| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: personage reflected somewhat grimly that the thing he should have
to teach his little charge would be to appear to address himself to
his mother when he spoke to her - especially not to make her such
an improper answer as that.
When Mrs. Moreen bethought herself of this pretext for getting rid
of their companion Pemberton supposed it was precisely to approach
the delicate subject of his remuneration. But it had been only to
say some things about her son that it was better a boy of eleven
shouldn't catch. They were extravagantly to his advantage save
when she lowered her voice to sigh, tapping her left side
familiarly, "And all overclouded by THIS, you know; all at the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare: A severall land. This is a solemne Right
They owe bloomd May, and the Athenians pay it
To'th heart of Ceremony. O Queene Emilia,
Fresher then May, sweeter
Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes, or all
Th'enamelld knackes o'th Meade or garden: yea,
We challenge too the bancke of any Nymph
That makes the streame seeme flowers; thou, o Iewell
O'th wood, o'th world, hast likewise blest a place
With thy sole presence: in thy rumination
That I, poore man, might eftsoones come betweene
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: more not when I think of it, for in the future he has a fearful hold upon me.
I shall fear to doubt what he may say!
When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced
the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning
came into my mind, but I took pleasure in disobeying it.
The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep
brings as outrider. The soft moonlight soothed, and the wide
expanse without gave a sense of freedom which refreshed me.
I determined not to return tonight to the gloom-haunted rooms,
but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung
and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad
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