| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: on the ground of expense. This being met by a remark that Mr.
Trefusis was very wealthy, he added that he had been told so, but
believed the money had not come from the lady; that people seldom
cared to go to a great expense for a funeral unless they came
into something good by the death; and that some parties the more
they had the more they grudged. Before the funeral guests
dispersed, the report spread by Mr. Jansenius's brother had got
mixed with the views of the foreman, and had given rise to a
story of Trefusis expressing joy at his wife's death with
frightful oaths in her father's house whilst she lay dead there,
and refusing to pay a farthing of her debts or funeral expenses.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Critias by Plato: parts, the walls and pillars and floor, they coated with orichalcum. In
the temple they placed statues of gold: there was the god himself standing
in a chariot--the charioteer of six winged horses--and of such a size that
he touched the roof of the building with his head; around him there were a
hundred Nereids riding on dolphins, for such was thought to be the number
of them by the men of those days. There were also in the interior of the
temple other images which had been dedicated by private persons. And
around the temple on the outside were placed statues of gold of all the
descendants of the ten kings and of their wives, and there were many other
great offerings of kings and of private persons, coming both from the city
itself and from the foreign cities over which they held sway. There was an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: the rest, the camp was dead and still.
By half-past one the moon had gone down, and there was left only a blaze of
stars in the great African sky.
Then Peter Halket rose up; softly he lifted the canvas and crept out. On
the side furthest from the camp he stood upright. On his arm was tied his
red handkerchief with its contents. For a moment he glanced up at the
galaxy of stars over him; then he stepped into the long grass, and made his
way in a direction opposite to that in which the camp lay. But after a
short while he turned, and made his way down into the river bed. He walked
in it for a while. Then after a time he sat down upon the bank and took
off his heavy boots and threw them into the grass at the side. Then
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