| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: to him, like the Spartan boy with his stolen fox, no matter how
grievously it hurt him to do so. He and Blix had lived through
two months of rarest, most untroubled happiness, with hardly more
self-consciousness than two young and healthy boys. To bring that
troublous, disquieting element of love between them--unrequited
love, of all things--would be a folly. She would tell him--must
in all honesty tell him that she did not love him, and all their
delicious camaraderie would end in a "scene." Condy, above
everything, wished to look back on those two months, after she had
gone, without being able to remember therein one single note that
jarred. If the memory of her was all that he was to have, he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: folk: they do but hang us.
[Trumpets outside.]
THIRD CITIZEN
What are the trumpets for? Is the trial over?
FIRST CITIZEN
Nay, 'tis for the Duchess.
[Enter the DUCHESS in black velvet; her train of flowered black
velvet is carried by two pages in violet; with her is the CARDINAL
in scarlet, and the gentlemen of the Court in black; she takes her
seat on the throne above the Judges, who rise and take their caps
off as she enters; the CARDINAL sits next to her a little lower;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: canst thou hope to fight single-handed against the commands of a
dozen lads all older and mightier than thou?"
"I know not," said Myles; "but were they an hundred, instead of
thirteen, they should not make me serve them."
"Thou art a fool!" said the old knight, smiling faintly, "for
that be'st not courage, but folly. When one setteth about
righting a wrong, one driveth not full head against it, for in so
doing one getteth naught but hard knocks. Nay, go deftly about
it, and then, when the time is ripe, strike the blow. Now our
beloved King Henry, when he was the Earl of Derby, what could he
have gained had he stood so against the old King Richard,
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