| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: advanced and modern view of the relation of woman to life whom we have met
was the wife of a Northamptonshire shoemaker; herself engaged in making her
living by the sewing of the uppers of men's boots.) Persons bound by the
closest ties of blood or social contiguity and compelled to a continual
intercourse, are often those most widely dissevered in their amount of
adaptation to the new conditions of life; and the amount of social friction
and consequent human suffering arising from this fact is so subtle and
almost incalculable, that perhaps it is impossible adequately to portray it
in dry didactic language: it is only truly describable in the medium of
art, where actual concrete individuals are shown acting and reacting on
each other--as in the novel or the drama. We are like a company of chess-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: saw true.
Thus we see that this society, so peaceful in appearance, was
internally as agitated as any diplomatic circle, where craft, ability,
and passions group themselves around the grave questions of an empire.
The guests were now seated at the table laden with the first course,
which they ate as provincials eat, without shame at possessing a good
appetite, and not as in Paris, where it seems as if jaws gnashed under
sumptuary laws, which made it their business to contradict the laws of
anatomy. In Paris people eat with their teeth, and trifle with their
pleasure; in the provinces things are done naturally, and interest is
perhaps rather too much concentrated on the grand and universal means
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: I hear her hurrying feet, - awake, awake,
Thou laggard in love's battle! once at least
Let me drink deep of passion's wine, and slake
My parched being with the nectarous feast
Which even gods affect! O come, Love, come,
Still we have time to reach the cavern of thine azure home.'
Scarce had she spoken when the shuddering trees
Shook, and the leaves divided, and the air
Grew conscious of a god, and the grey seas
Crawled backward, and a long and dismal blare
Blew from some tasselled horn, a sleuth-hound bayed,
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