| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: has always been, the strongest man on earth. For they follow a
mistress whose footsteps may often slip, yet never fall; for she
walks forward on the eternal facts of Nature, which are the acted
will of God. A giantess she is; young indeed, but humble as yet:
cautious and modest beyond her years. She is accused of trying to
scale Olympus, by some who fancy that they have already scaled it
themselves, and will, of course, brook no rival in their fancied
monopoly of wisdom.
The accusation, I believe, is unjust. And yet science may scale
Olympus after all. Without intending it, almost without knowing it,
she may find herself hereafter upon a summit of which she never
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: enough to enjoy himself in his own way and make plenty of money
instead of living the usual shooting, hunting, dining-out,
tailoring, loafing life of his set merely because all the rest do
it. And I'm perfectly aware that if I'd been in the same
circumstances as my aunt Liz, I'd have done exactly what she did.
I dont think I'm more prejudiced or straitlaced than you: I think
I'm less. I'm certain I'm less sentimental. I know very well
that fashionable morality is all a pretence, and that if I took
your money and devoted the rest of my life to spending it
fashionably, I might be as worthless and vicious as the silliest
woman could possibly be without having a word said to me about
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth;
Thus diddest thou
Kin. If it be so Laertes, as how should it be so:
How otherwise will you be rul'd by me?
Laer. If so you'l not o'rerule me to a peace
Kin. To thine owne peace: if he be now return'd,
As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes
No more to vndertake it; I will worke him
To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice,
Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall;
And for his death no winde of blame shall breath,
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