| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: So don't be ashamed of making a good tea."
Josephine cut recklessly into the rich dark cake that stood for her winter
gloves or the soling and heeling of Constantia's only respectable shoes.
But Cyril was most unmanlike in appetite.
"I say, Aunt Josephine, I simply can't. I've only just had lunch, you
know."
"Oh, Cyril, that can't be true! It's after four," cried Josephine.
Constantia sat with her knife poised over the chocolate-roll.
"It is, all the same," said Cyril. "I had to meet a man at Victoria, and
he kept me hanging about till...there was only time to get lunch and to
come on here. And he gave me--phew"--Cyril put his hand to his forehead--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato: And the good is loved for the sake of the evil? Let me put the case in
this way: Suppose that of the three principles, good, evil, and that which
is neither good nor evil, there remained only the good and the neutral, and
that evil went far away, and in no way affected soul or body, nor ever at
all that class of things which, as we say, are neither good nor evil in
themselves;--would the good be of any use, or other than useless to us?
For if there were nothing to hurt us any longer, we should have no need of
anything that would do us good. Then would be clearly seen that we did but
love and desire the good because of the evil, and as the remedy of the
evil, which was the disease; but if there had been no disease, there would
have been no need of a remedy. Is not this the nature of the good--to be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: voice, flinging his hands up into the air. "I felt it was so the
moment you began the story. But tell me this, was there nothing
found with you with a mark or a name upon it?"
"There was a kerchief," said Tom, "marked with a T and a C."
"Theodosia Chillingsworth!" cried out the merchant. "I knew it!
I knew it! Heavens! to think of anything so wonderful happening
as this! Boy! boy! dost thou know who thou art? Thou art my own
brother's son. His name was Oliver Chillingsworth, and he was my
partner in business, and thou art his son." Then he ran out into
the entryway, shouting and calling for his wife and daughter to
come.
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