| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: "Ask me no questions, dear Henry," said his unfortunate sister;
"there is little more can happen to make me either glad or sorry
in this world."
"And that's what all young brides say," said Henry; "and so do
not be cast down, Lucy, for you'll tell another tale a
twelvemonth hence; and I am to be bride's-man, and ride before
you to the kirk; and all our kith, kin, and allies, and all
Bucklaw's, are to be mounted and in order; and I am to have a
scarlet laced coat, and a feathered hat, and a swordbelt, double
bordered with gold, and point d'Espagne, and a dagger instead
of a sword; and I should like a sword much better, but my father
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: road. He wore the Purple, as though he were already
Emperor; his leggings were of white buckskin laced
with gold.
'My men dropped like - like partridges.
'He said nothing for some time, only looked, with his
eyes puckered. Then he crooked his forefinger, and my
men walked - crawled, I mean - to one side.
"'Stand in the sun, children," he said, and they
formed up on the hard road.
"'What would you have done," he said to me, "if I had
not been here?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: delicate dark enthusiast with a sloping forehead, had been an
itinerant and rousing preacher of some obscure but rigid Christian
sect - a man supremely confident in the privileges of his
righteousness. In the son, individualist by temperament, once the
science of colleges had replaced thoroughly the faith of
conventicles, this moral attitude translated itself into a frenzied
puritanism of ambition. He nursed it as something secularly holy.
To see it thwarted opened his eyes to the true nature of the world,
whose morality was artificial, corrupt, and blasphemous. The way
of even the most justifiable revolutions is prepared by personal
impulses disguised into creeds. The Professor's indignation found
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