| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: that grew up between Beatrice and myself was, I think--I put it
quite tentatively and rather curiously--romantic love. That
unfortunate and truncated affair of my uncle and the Scrymgeour
lady was really of the same stuff, if a little different in
quality. I have to admit that. The factor of audience was of
primary importance in either else.
Its effect upon me was to make me in many respects adolescent
again. It made me keener upon the point of honour, and anxious
and eager to do high and splendid things, and in particular,
brave things. So far it ennobled and upheld me. But it did also
push me towards vulgar and showy things. At bottom it was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: pursue. Hareton and the woman laughed, and she joined them, and
waxed more impertinent still; till I cried, in great irritation, -
'Well, Miss Cathy, if you were aware whose house this is you'd be
glad enough to get out.'
'It's YOUR father's, isn't it?' said she, turning to Hareton.
'Nay,' he replied, looking down, and blushing bashfully.
He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes, though they were
just his own.
'Whose then - your master's?' she asked.
He coloured deeper, with a different feeling, muttered an oath, and
turned away.
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