| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: that was once meant by "manners"--good breeding, high feeling,
respect for self and respect for others--are just as common (as far
as I have seen) among the hand-workers of England and Scotland, as
among any other class; the only difference is, that these qualities
develop more early in the richer classes, owing to that severe
discipline of our public schools, which makes mere lads often fit to
govern, because they have learnt to obey: while they develop later-
-generally not till middle age--in the classes who have not gone
through in their youth that Spartan training, and who indeed (from a
mistaken conception of liberty) would not endure it for a day. This
and other social drawbacks which are but too patent, retard the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: the desired visit.
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It is a strange thing to note the excess of this passion;
and how it braves the nature and value of things, by this--
that the speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing
but in love.--BACON.
"My interview with Tiberge was of the most friendly description.
I saw that his object was to discover the present temper of my
mind. I opened my heart to him without any reserve, except as to
the mere point of my intention of escaping. `It is not from such
a friend as you,' said I, `that I can ever wish to dissemble my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: brown field-bird must wish him joy."
Mr. Polly uttered not a syllable in reply, but swung to and fro with dignified
condescension; while a pretty canary, as yellow as gold, that had lately been
brought from his sunny fragrant home, began to sing aloud.
"Noisy creature! Will you be quiet!" screamed the lady of the house, covering
the cage with an embroidered white pocket handkerchief.
"Chirp, chirp!" sighed he. "That was a dreadful snowstorm"; and he sighed
again, and was silent.
The copying-clerk, or, as the lady said, the brown field-bird, was put into a
small cage, close to the Canary, and not far from "my good Polly." The only
human sounds that the Parrot could bawl out were, "Come, let us be men!"
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