| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: Glou. For him I thank your Grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you-
Reg. Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night.
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise,
Wherein we must have use of your advice.
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home. The several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: vain, a wasted incentive, and the sense of something in them that
publicity would profane. The opulent youth went up in due course
and failed to pass; but it seemed to add to the presumption that
brilliancy was not expected of him all at once that his parents,
condoning the lapse, which they good-naturedly treated as little as
possible as if it were Pemberton's, should have sounded the rally
again, begged the young coach to renew the siege.
The young coach was now in a position to lend Mrs. Moreen three
louis, and he sent her a post-office order even for a larger
amount. In return for this favour he received a frantic scribbled
line from her: "Implore you to come back instantly - Morgan dread
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: inspired in me an admiring veneration; yet it is not that
sentiment, strong as it was, which resumes for me the force and
the significance of his personality. It is over borne by another
and complex impression of awe, compassion, and horror. Mr.
Nicholas B. remains for me the unfortunate and miserable (but
heroic) being who once upon a time had eaten a dog.
It is a good forty years since I heard the tale, and the effect
has not worn off yet. I believe this is the very first, say,
realistic, story I heard in my life; but all the same I don't
know why I should have been so frightfully impressed. Of course
I know what our village dogs look like--but still. . . . No! At
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