The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ursula by Honore de Balzac: nature."
"A woman of the people to talk like this!" cried the doctor.
"In the state she is in all persons speak with extraordinary
perception," said Bouvard.
"But who is it that Ursula loves?"
"Ursula does not know that she loves," said the woman with a shake of
the head; "she is too angelic to know what love is; but her mind is
occupied by him; she thinks of him; she tries to escape the thought;
but she returns to it in spite of her will to abstain.--She is at the
piano--"
"But who is he?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: JACK. Yes, but you said yourself that a severe chill was not
hereditary.
ALGERNON. It usen't to be, I know - but I daresay it is now.
Science is always making wonderful improvements in things.
JACK. [Picking up the muffin-dish.] Oh, that is nonsense; you are
always talking nonsense.
ALGERNON. Jack, you are at the muffins again! I wish you
wouldn't. There are only two left. [Takes them.] I told you I
was particularly fond of muffins.
JACK. But I hate tea-cake.
ALGERNON. Why on earth then do you allow tea-cake to be served up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Theaetetus by Plato: THEAETETUS: Certainly I should, and I confess to you that I am lost in
wonder. At first hearing, I was quite satisfied with the doctrine, that
whatever appears is to each one, but now the face of things has changed.
SOCRATES: Why, my dear boy, you are young, and therefore your ear is
quickly caught and your mind influenced by popular arguments. Protagoras,
or some one speaking on his behalf, will doubtless say in reply,--Good
people, young and old, you meet and harangue, and bring in the gods, whose
existence or non-existence I banish from writing and speech, or you talk
about the reason of man being degraded to the level of the brutes, which is
a telling argument with the multitude, but not one word of proof or
demonstration do you offer. All is probability with you, and yet surely
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