| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a brace of gats sittin' on me. Let's have a light, Eddie. That
won't do nobody any harm, an' it may discourage the rats."
Eddie backed across the office to a table where stood a
small lamp. Keeping an eye through the door on his prisoner
he lighted the lamp and carried it into the back room, setting
it upon a commode which stood in one corner.
"You really seen maw?" he asked. "Is she well?"
"Looked well when I seen her," said Billy; "but she wants
her boy back a whole lot. I guess she'd look better still ef he
walked in on her some day."
"I'll do it," cried Eddie. "The minute they get money for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde: temperament have, to a certain extent been created in the public,
and that the public is capable of developing these qualities. The
problem then is, why do not the public become more civilised? They
have the capacity. What stops them?
The thing that stops them, it must be said again, is their desire
to exercise authority over the artist and over works of art. To
certain theatres, such as the Lyceum and the Haymarket, the public
seem to come in a proper mood. In both of these theatres there
have been individual artists, who have succeeded in creating in
their audiences - and every theatre in London has its own audience
- the temperament to which Art appeals. And what is that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: Athena strode across the stretch of sick and shivering sea!
To the dull sailors' sight her loosened looks
Seemed like the jagged storm-rack, and her feet
Only the spume that floats on hidden rocks,
And, marking how the rising waters beat
Against the rolling ship, the pilot cried
To the young helmsman at the stern to luff to windward side
But he, the overbold adulterer,
A dear profaner of great mysteries,
An ardent amorous idolater,
When he beheld those grand relentless eyes
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