| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry: international protocols did Hay interfere?"
"It ain't exactly set forth in the papers," says Caligula. "I suppose
it's a matter of sentiment. You know he wrote this poem, 'Little
Breeches'; and them Greeks wear little or none. But anyhow, John Hay
sends the Brooklyn and the Olympia over, and they cover Africa with
thirty-inch guns. And then Hay cables after the health of the /persona
grata/. 'And how are they this morning?' he wires. 'Is Burdick Harris
alive yet, or Mr. Raisuli dead?' And the King of Morocco sends up the
seventy thousand dollars, and they turn Burdick Harris loose. And
there's not half the hard feelings among the nations about this little
kidnapping matter as there was about the peace congress. And Burdick
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: deceptive magic of the chiaroscuro. See! at this place the rich, clear
color of Titian has forced out the skeleton outline of Albrecht
Durier, as molten bronze might burst and overflow a slender mould.
Here and there the outline has resisted the flood, and holds back the
magnificent torrent of Venetian color. Your figure is neither
perfectly well painted nor perfectly well drawn; it bears throughout
the signs of this unfortunate indecision. If you did not feel that the
fire of your genius was hot enough to weld into one the rival methods,
you ought to have chosen honestly the one or the other, and thus
attained the unity which conveys one aspect, at least, of life. As it
is, you are true only on your middle plane. Your outlines are false;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: ne veux pas rester ici. Viens, je te dis. Je suis sur qu'il va
arriver un malheur. Manasse, Issachar, Ozias, eteignez les
flambeaux. Je ne veux pas regarder les choses. Je ne veux pas que
les choses me regardent. Eteignez les flambeaux. Cachez la lune!
Cachez les etoiles! Cachons-nous dans notre palais, Herodias. Je
commence e avoir peur.
[Les esclaves eteignent les flambeaux. Les etoiles disparaissent.
Un grand nuage noir passe e travers la lune et la cache
completement. La scene devient tout e fait sombre. Le tetrarque
commence e monter l'escalier.]
LA VOIX DE SALOME. Ah! j'ai baise ta bouche, Iokanaan, j'ai baise
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