| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: in fact, I had no option but to go away. I remember also a
distinct wilfulness in my attitude and something half-contemptuous
in my words as I laid my hand on the knob of the front door.
"You will tell Madame that I am gone. It will please her. Tell
her that I am gone - heroically."
Rose had come up close to me. She met my words by a despairing
outward movement of her hands as though she were giving everything
up.
"I see it clearly now that Madame has no friends," she declared
with such a force of restrained bitterness that it nearly made me
pause. But the very obscurity of actuating motives drove me on and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: bulky body, he might retire.
Soon after this the noise of timbrels was heard, at the sound of
which the whole Saracen cavaliers threw themselves from their
horses, and prostrated themselves, as if for a second morning
prayer. This was to give an opportunity to the Queen, with Edith
and her attendants, to pass from the pavilion to the gallery
intended for them. Fifty guards of Saladin's seraglio escorted
them with naked sabres, whose orders were to cut to pieces
whomsoever, were he prince or peasant, should venture to gaze on
the ladies as they passed, or even presume to raise his head
until the cessation of the music should make all men aware that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Three Taverns by Edwin Arlington Robinson: And saved him, had there been anything to save.
But there was nothing, and his tethered range
Was only a small desert. Kings of song
Are not for thrones in deserts. Towers of sound
And flowers of sense are but a waste of heaven
Where there is none to know them from the rocks
And sand-grass of his own monotony
That makes earth less than earth. He could see that,
And he could see no more. The captured light
That may have been or not, for all he cared,
The song that is in sculpture was not his,
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