| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: "In those days," said he, "I was what in the curt parlance of the street
is termed a six-hundred-dollar clerk. And though my ears had grown
accustomed to this appellation, I never came to feel that it completely
described me. In passing Tiffany's window twice each day (for my habit
was to walk to and from Nassau Street) I remember that seeing a
thousand-dollar clock exposed for sale caused me annoyance. Of course my
salary as a clerk brought me into no unfavourable comparison with the
clock; and I doubt if I could make you understand my sometimes feeling
when I passed Tiffany's window that I should like to smash the clock."
"I met Ethel frequently in society, dancing with her, and sitting next
her at dinners. And by the time I had dined at her own house, and walked
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: had some connection with your real purpose. A court-dame--take
the most noble, the most virtuous, the most unimpeachable that
stands around our Queen's throne--would, for example, have
shunned to speak the truth, or what she thought such, in praise
of a discarded suitor, before the dependant and confidant of her
noble husband."
"And wherefore," said the Countess, colouring impatiently,
"should I not do justice to Tressilian's worth, before my
husband's friend--before my husband himself--before the whole
world?"
"And with the same openness," said Varney, "your ladyship will
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd.
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.
O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my youth.
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
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