| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and the King, and Holy Church. Murder, theft, rapine!
Passeth a day over England which sees not one or all
perpetrated in the name of some of these?
"Be it wicked for Norman of Torn to prey upon the
wolf, yet righteous for the wolf to tear the sheep? Me-
thinks not. Only do I collect from those who have more
than they need, from my natural enemies; while they
prey upon those who have naught.
"Yet," and his manner suddenly changed, "I do not
love it, Father. That thou know. I would that there
might be some way out of it, but there is none.
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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: make up for the loneliness. At least nothing had, till he
brought her the little brown dog from the East: after that she
was much less unhappy. Her husband seemed pleased that she was
so fond of the dog; he gave her leave to put her jewelled
bracelet around its neck, and to keep it always with her.
One day she had fallen asleep in her room, with the dog at her
feet, as his habit was. Her feet were bare and resting on his
back. Suddenly she was waked by her husband: he stood beside
her, smiling not unkindly.
"You look like my great-grandmother, Juliane de Cornault, lying
in the chapel with her feet on a little dog," he said.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Lover's Complaint by William Shakespeare: My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tun'd tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of Heaven's fell rage
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