| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: well: black skirt, black Russian blouse, tiny black bonnet and
black veil, white kids with black stitching. Simplicity itself.
Yet the style of her, as Condy Rivers told himself, flew up and
hit you in the face; and her figure--was there anything more
perfect? and the soft pretty effect of her yellow hair seen
through the veil--could anything be more fetching? and her smart
carriage and the fling of her fine broad shoulders, and--no, it
was no use; Condy had to run down to speak to her.
"Come, come!" she said as he pretended to jostle against her on
the curbstone without noticing her; "you had best go to work.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: set-off against the wages.'
'But O, my lord!' cried Nance, 'we live upon the wages, and
what are we to do without?'
'What am I to do? - what am I to do?' replied Lord Windermoor
with some exasperation. 'I have no wages. And there is Mr.
Archer. And if Holdaway doesn't like it, he can go to the
devil, and you with him! - and you with him!'
'And yet, my lord,' said Mr. Archer, 'these good people will
have as keen a sense of loss as you or I; keener, perhaps,
since they have done nothing to deserve it.'
'Deserve it?' cried the peer. 'What? What? If a rascally
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: Unto them I look into the eye,--before them I say it unto their face and
unto the blush on their cheeks: Ye are those who again PRAY!
It is however a shame to pray! Not for all, but for thee, and me, and
whoever hath his conscience in his head. For THEE it is a shame to pray!
Thou knowest it well: the faint-hearted devil in thee, which would fain
fold its arms, and place its hands in its bosom, and take it easier:--this
faint-hearted devil persuadeth thee that "there IS a God!"
THEREBY, however, dost thou belong to the light-dreading type, to whom
light never permitteth repose: now must thou daily thrust thy head deeper
into obscurity and vapour!
And verily, thou choosest the hour well: for just now do the nocturnal
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