| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: distance from his daughter seated in a chair brought out of the
cottage's living room. Invariably Mr. Smith made straight for them
and as invariably had the feeling that his approach was not
disturbing a very intimate conversation. He sat with them, through
a silent hour or so, and then it would be time for Anthony to go.
Mr. Smith, perhaps from discretion, would casually vanish a minute
or so before, and then watch through the diamond panes of an
upstairs room "that man" take a lingering look outside the gate at
the invisible Flora, lift his hat, like a caller, and go off down
the road. Then only Mr. Smith would join his daughter again.
These were the bad moments for her. Not always, of course, but
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: spring up and decay, so that in respect of them we are never the same; but
each of them individually experiences a like change. For what is implied
in the word "recollection," but the departure of knowledge, which is ever
being forgotten, and is renewed and preserved by recollection, and appears
to be the same although in reality new, according to that law of succession
by which all mortal things are preserved, not absolutely the same, but by
substitution, the old worn-out mortality leaving another new and similar
existence behind--unlike the divine, which is always the same and not
another? And in this way, Socrates, the mortal body, or mortal anything,
partakes of immortality; but the immortal in another way. Marvel not then
at the love which all men have of their offspring; for that universal love
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare: This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen,
Argued by beauty's red, and virtue's white:
Of either's colour was the other queen,
Proving from world's minority their right:
Yet their ambition makes them still to fight;
The sovereignty of either being so great,
That oft they interchange each other's seat.
Their silent war of lilies and of roses,
Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field,
In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;
Where, lest between them both it should be kill'd,
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