| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays & Lectures by Oscar Wilde: reflected that all the shining silver that I saw coming from the
mines would be made into ugly dollars, it made me sad. It should
be made into something more permanent. The golden gates at
Florence are as beautiful to-day as when Michael Angelo saw them.
We should see more of the workman than we do. We should not be
content to have the salesman stand between us - the salesman who
knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a
great deal too much for it. And watching the workman will teach
that most important lesson - the nobility of all rational
workmanship.
I said in my last lecture that art would create a new brotherhood
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: A quarter of an hour later the tilbury was slowly rolling along the
park avenue, followed by a liveried groom on horseback.
The morning was a September morning. The dark blue of the sky burst
forth here and there from the gray of the clouds, which seemed the sky
itself, the ether seeming to be the accessory; long lines of
ultramarine lay upon the horizon, but in strata, which alternated with
other lines like sand-bars; these tones changed and grew green at the
level of the forests. The earth beneath this overhanging mantle was
moistly warm, like a woman when she rises; it exhaled sweet, luscious
odors, which yet were wild, not civilized,--the scent of cultivation
was added to the scents of the woods. Just then the Angelus was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: didn't know.
Just at that moment a boy and girl came and sat down where the old couple
had been. They were beautifully dressed; they were in love. The hero and
heroine, of course, just arrived from his father's yacht. And still
soundlessly singing, still with that trembling smile, Miss Brill prepared
to listen.
"No, not now," said the girl. "Not here, I can't."
"But why? Because of that stupid old thing at the end there?" asked the
boy. "Why does she come here at all--who wants her? Why doesn't she keep
her silly old mug at home?"
"It's her fu-ur which is so funny," giggled the girl. "It's exactly like a
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