| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays & Lectures by Oscar Wilde: simple goldsmith Ghiberti made for their pleasure still guard their
lovely house of baptism, worthy still of the praise of Michael
Angelo who called them worthy to be the Gates of Paradise.
Have then your school of design, search out your workmen and, when
you find one who has delicacy of hand and that wonder of invention
necessary for goldsmiths' work, do not leave him to toil in
obscurity and dishonour and have a great glaring shop and two great
glaring shop-boys in it (not to take your orders: they never do
that; but to force you to buy something you do not want at all).
When you want a thing wrought in gold, goblet or shield for the
feast, necklace or wreath for the women, tell him what you like
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: started up from the sofa on which she had been deferentially
enthroned.
"Oh wait--do wait, and I'll go with you!" she called out to Mrs.
Roby; and, seizing the hands of the disconcerted members, she
administered a series of farewell pressures with the mechanical
haste of a railway-conductor punching tickets.
"I'm so sorry--I'd quite forgotten--" she flung back at them from
the threshold; and as she joined Mrs. Roby, who had turned in
surprise at her appeal, the other ladies had the mortification of
hearing her say, in a voice which she did not take the pains to
lower: "If you'll let me walk a little way with you, I should so
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: Patsey Rourke, 'and a-perspiring in me own windy
to the joyful noise of the passing trains and the smell
of liver and onions and a-reading of the latest mur-
der in the smoke of the cooking is well enough for
me,' says he. 'What is this herding us in grass for,
not to mention the crawling things with legs that walk
up the trousers of us, and the Jersey snipes that
peck at us, masquerading under the name and denom-
ination of mosquitoes. What is it all for Carney, and
the rint going on just the same over at the flats?'
"Tis the great annual Municipal Free Night
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