| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: "Yes, sir," the pale-faced steward turned resignedly to me.
It was this maddening course of being shouted at, checked without
rhyme or reason, arbitrarily chased out of my cabin, suddenly called
into it, sent flying out of his pantry on incomprehensible errands,
that accounted for the growing wretchedness of his expression.
"Where are you going with that coat?"
"To your room, sir."
"Is there another shower coming?"
"I'm sure I don't know, sir. Shall I go up again and see, sir?"
"No! never mind."
My object was attained, as of course my other self in there would have heard
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: must henceforth be called only by his real name, had gone through
terrible distress of mind since, after hearing Camusot's order, he had
been taken back to the underground cell--an anguish such as he had
never before known in the course of a life diversified by many crimes,
by three escapes, and two sentences at the Assizes. And is there not
something monstrously fine in the dog-like attachment shown to the man
he had made his friend by this wretch in whom were concentrated all
the life, the powers, the spirit, and the passions of the hulks, who
was, so to speak, their highest expression?
Wicked, infamous, and in so many ways horrible, this absolute worship
of his idol makes him so truly interesting that this Study, long as it
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: Ham. What, the faire Ophelia?
Queene. Sweets, to the sweet farewell.
I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife:
I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt (sweet Maid)
And not t'haue strew'd thy Graue
Laer. Oh terrible woer,
Fall ten times trebble, on that cursed head
Whose wicked deed, thy most Ingenious sence
Depriu'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes:
Leaps in the graue.
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