| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne: fancy summons tip. It converts them from snow-images into men
and women. Glancing at the looking-glass, we behold -- deep
within its haunted verge -- the smouldering glow of the
half-extinguished anthracite, the white moon-beams on the floor,
and a repetition of all the gleam and shadow of the picture, with
one remove further from the actual, and nearer to the
imaginative. Then, at such an hour, and with this scene before
him, if a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things,
and make them look like truth, he need never try to write
romances.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: He countered by telling her what he had heard York say to Reilly
of her. "She's a princess, Cork," York had said. "Makes my
Epitaph gyurl look like a chromo beside her. Somehow, when she
looks at a fellow, he feels like a whitewashed nigger."
All of them laughed at that, but both Leroy and the sheriff tried
to banter her by insisting that they knew exactly what York
meant.
"You can be very splendid when you want to give a man that
whitewashed feeling; he isn't right sure whether he's on the map
or not," reproached the train-robber.
She laughed in the slow, indolent way she had, taking the straw
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: There are the worthy sophists too--the excellent Prodicus for example, who
have descanted in prose on the virtues of Heracles and other heroes; and,
what is still more extraordinary, I have met with a philosophical work in
which the utility of salt has been made the theme of an eloquent discourse;
and many other like things have had a like honour bestowed upon them. And
only to think that there should have been an eager interest created about
them, and yet that to this day no one has ever dared worthily to hymn
Love's praises! So entirely has this great deity been neglected.' Now in
this Phaedrus seems to me to be quite right, and therefore I want to offer
him a contribution; also I think that at the present moment we who are here
assembled cannot do better than honour the god Love. If you agree with me,
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