| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: jars and bottles; a carpenter's bench and a laboratory-table.
The back drawing-room, to which Somerset proceeded, had
likewise undergone a change. It was transformed to the exact
appearance of a common lodging-house bedroom; a bed with
green curtains occupied one corner; and the window was
blocked by the regulation table and mirror. The door of a
small closet here attracted the young man's attention; and
striking a vesta, he opened it and entered. On a table
several wigs and beards were lying spread; about the walls
hung an incongruous display of suits and overcoats; and
conspicuous among the last the young man observed a large
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: you would ca' ILL-LOOKED a'thegither. Na, she's a kind of a handsome
jaud - a kind o' gipsy," said the aunt, who had two sets of scales for
men and women - or perhaps it would be more fair to say that she had
three, and the third and the most loaded was for girls.
"How comes it that I never see her in church?" said Archie.
" 'Deed, and I believe she's in Glesgie with Clem and his wife. A heap
good she's like to get of it! I dinna say for men folk, but where
weemen folk are born, there let them bide. Glory to God, I was never
far'er from here than Crossmichael."
In the meanwhile it began to strike Archie as strange, that while she
thus sang the praises of her kinsfolk, and manifestly relished their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: You stood behind him on his throne: you called
him by his secret name.
You whispered monstrous oracles into the
caverns of his ears:
With blood of goats and blood of steers you
taught him monstrous miracles.
White Ammon was your bedfellow! Your
chamber was the steaming Nile!
And with your curved archaic smile you watched
his passion come and go.
With Syrian oils his brows were bright:
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