| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: good, and the flowers cheered her up by their beauty.
Feeling almost happy again, she laid by a few ferns and roses
for herself, and quickly made up the rest in dainty bouquets for
the breasts, hair, or skirts of her friends, offering them so
prettily that Clara, the elder sister, told her she was `the
sweetest little thing she ever saw', and they looked quite
charmed with her small attention. Somehow the kind act finished
her despondency, and when all the rest went to show themselves
to Mrs. Moffat, she saw a happy, bright-eyed face in the mirror,
as she laid her ferns against her rippling hair and fastened
the roses in the dress that didn't strike her as so very shabby
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac: Don Juan and the Pope began to laugh; they understood each other.
A fool would have gone on the morrow to amuse himself with Julius
II. in Raphael's studio or at the delicious Villa Madama; not so
Belvidero. He went to see the Pope as pontiff, to be convinced of
any doubts that he (Don Juan) entertained. Over his cups the
Rovere would have been capable of denying his own infallibility
and of commenting on the Apocalypse.
Nevertheless, this legend has not been undertaken to furnish
materials for future biographies of Don Juan; it is intended to
prove to honest folk that Belvidero did not die in a duel with
stone, as some lithographers would have us believe.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous by Oscar Wilde: MYRRHINA. Come forth, Honorius.
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My chamber is ceiled with cedar and odorous with myrrh. The pillars
of my bed are of cedar and the hangings are of purple. My bed is
strewn with purple and the steps are of silver. The hangings are
sewn with silver pomegranates and the steps that are of silver are
strewn with saffron and with myrrh. My lovers hang garlands round
the pillars of my house. At night time they come with the flute
players and the players of the harp. They woo me with apples and on
the pavement of my courtyard they write my name in wine.
From the uttermost parts of the world my lovers come to me. The
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