| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: 'Hush, hush! for pity's sake,' cried Nance.
And then all of a sudden he dropped his face into his hands,
and broke out with a great hiccoughing dry sob that was
horrible to hear. 'O,' he cried, 'my God, if my son hadn't
left me, if my Dick was here!' and the sobs shook him; Nance
sitting still and watching him, with distress. 'O, if he
were here to help his father!' he went on again. 'If I had a
son like other fathers, he would save me now, when all is
breaking down; O, he would save me! Ay, but where is he?
Raking taverns, a thief perhaps. My curse be on him!' he
added, rising again into wrath.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: Class, as in Germany."
"No, indeed," I replied, still hypnotised by the Baron, who looked like a
little yellow silkworm.
"The Baron comes every year," went on the Herr Oberlehrer, "for his nerves.
He has never spoken to any of the guests--YET! A smile crossed his face.
I seemed to see his visions of some splendid upheaval of that silence--a
dazzling exchange of courtesies in a dim future, a splendid sacrifice of a
newspaper to this Exalted One, a "danke schon" to be handed down to future
generations.
At that moment the postman, looking like a German army officer, came in
with the mail. He threw my letters into my milk pudding, and then turned
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare: My mother murthered by a mortal wound?
What Thracian dog, what barbarous Mirmidon,
Would not relent at such a rueful case?
What fierce Achilles, what had stony flint,
Would not bemoan this mournful Tragedy?
Locrine, the map of magnanimity,
Lies slaughtered in this foul accursed cave,
Estrild, the perfect pattern of renown,
Nature's sole wonder, in whose beauteous breasts
All heavenly grace and virtue was inshrined:
Both massacred are dead within this cave,
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