| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays & Lectures by Oscar Wilde: attention to Harmodios, then a beautiful boy in the flower of Greek
loveliness, while the latter's indignation was aroused by an insult
offered to his sister by the prince.
Their motives, then, were personal revenge, while the result of
their conspiracy served only to rivet more tightly the chains of
servitude which bound Athens to the Peisistratid house, for
Hipparchos, whom they killed, was only the tyrant's younger
brother, and not the tyrant himself.
To prove his theory that Hippias was the elder, he appeals to the
evidence afforded by a public inscription in which his name occurs
immediately after that of his father, a point which he thinks shows
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Two Poets by Honore de Balzac: naturally, during an interview of her own seeking, he received the
passport, which he could not have obtained if he had asked for it.
So the adroit Baron was admitted to the circle of the queen of
Angouleme, and paid her marked attention. The elderly beau--he was
forty-five years old--saw that all her youth lay dormant and ready to
revive, saw treasures to be turned to account, and possibly a rich
widow to wed, to say nothing of expectations; it would be a marriage
into the family of Negrepelisse, and for him this meant a family
connection with the Marquise d'Espard, and a political career in
Paris. Here was a fair tree to cultivate in spite of the ill-omened,
unsightly mistletoe that grew thick upon it; he would hang his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: special donkey; and whether she had been afraid of making similar
discoveries in others, or had grown by dint of long custom to be
careless of compliments generally, certain it is that although she
cried so much, she was better pleased to be told so now, than ever
she had been in all her life.
'I shall bless your name,' sobbed the locksmith's little daughter,
'as long as I live. I shall never hear it spoken without feeling
as if my heart would burst. I shall remember it in my prayers,
every night and morning till I die!'
'Will you?' said Joe, eagerly. 'Will you indeed? It makes me--
well, it makes me very glad and proud to hear you say so.'
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