| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: to whom the thing is a book closely sealed, went this afternoon to
the house of one of the most noble and gentle women in the world to
degrade her husband in her eyes, to try and kill her love for him, to
put poison in her heart, and bitterness in her life, to break her
idol, and, it may be, spoil her soul. That I cannot forgive you.
That was horrible. For that there can be no forgiveness.
MRS. CHEVELEY. Arthur, you are unjust to me. Believe me, you are
quite unjust to me. I didn't go to taunt Gertrude at all. I had no
idea of doing anything of the kind when I entered. I called with
Lady Markby simply to ask whether an ornament, a jewel, that I lost
somewhere last night, had been found at the Chilterns'. If you don't
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: believe he was a good soldier, but I had him beheaded because he
acted without orders."]
This is the art of handling large masses of men.
26. In night-fighting, then, make much use of signal-fires
and drums, and in fighting by day, of flags and banners, as a
means of influencing the ears and eyes of your army.
[Ch`en Hao alludes to Li Kuang-pi's night ride to Ho-yang at
the head of 500 mounted men; they made such an imposing display
with torches, that though the rebel leader Shih Ssu-ming had a
large army, he did not dare to dispute their passage.]
27. A whole army may be robbed of its spirit;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: were to put his head up the companion and catch sight of us,
he would think he was seeing double, or imagine himself come
upon a scene of weird witchcraft; the strange captain having
a quiet confabulation by the wheel with his own gray ghost.
I became very much concerned to prevent anything of the sort.
I heard the other's soothing undertone.
"My father's a parson in Norfolk," it said. Evidently he had
forgotten he had told me this important fact before.
Truly a nice little tale.
"You had better slip down into my stateroom now," I said,
moving off stealthily. My double followed my movements;
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