| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: conclamant omnes occasionem negotii bene gerendi amittendam non esse: ad
castra iri oportere. Multae res ad hoc consilium Gallos hortabantur:
superiorum dierum Sabini cunctatio, perfugae confirmatio, inopia
cibariorum, cui rei paum diligenter ab iis erat provisum, spes Venetici
belli, et quod fere libenter. homines id quod volunt credunt. His rebus
adducti non prius Viridovicem reliquosque duces ex concilio dimittunt quam
ab iis sit concessum arma uti capiant et ad castra contendant. Qua re
concessa laeti, ut explorata victoria, sarmentis virgultisque collectis,
quibus fossas Romanorum compleant, ad castra pergunt.
Locus erat castrorum editus et paulatim ab imo acclivis circiter
passus mille. Huc magno cursu contenderunt, ut quam minimum spatii ad se
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: called it, the gem of the exhibition. My hope for the girl's
future had slipped ignominiously off his back, but after his
purchase of the portrait I tried to cultivate a new faith. The
girl's own faith was wonderful. It couldn't however be contagious:
too great was the limit of her sense of what painters call values.
Her colours were laid on like blankets on a cold night. How indeed
could a person speak the truth who was always posturing and
bragging? She was after all vulgar enough, and by the time I had
mastered her profile and could almost with my eyes shut do it in a
single line I was decidedly tired of its "purity," which affected
me at last as inane. One moved with her, moreover, among phenomena
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: arms, the muscular arms, of the pedestrian Fyne. This was either
great luck or great sagacity. A civil servant is, I should imagine,
the last human being in the world to preserve those traits of the
cave-dweller from which she was fleeing. Her father would never
consent to see her after the marriage. Such unforgiving selfishness
is difficult to understand unless as a perverse sort of refinement.
There were also doubts as to Carleon Anthony's complete sanity for
some considerable time before he died.
Most of the above I elicited from Marlow, for all I knew of Carleon
Anthony was his unexciting but fascinating verse. Marlow assured me
that the Fyne marriage was perfectly successful and even happy, in
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