| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: of the staring, supercilious sunfish that poised themselves in the
clear water around the Lake house dock at Lake George; or, at best,
on picnic parties across the lake, marred by the humiliating
presence of nurses, and disturbed by the obstinate refusal of old
Horace, the boatman, to believe that the boy could bait his own
hook, but sometimes crowned with the delight of bringing home a
whole basketful of yellow perch and goggle-eyes. Of nobler sport
with game fish, like the vaulting salmon and the merry, pugnacious
trout, as yet the boy had only dreamed. But he had heard that
there were such fish in the streams that flowed down from the
mountains around Lake George, and he was at the happy age when he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: Arthur, who hated swagger of any kind, felt bound to admit to him
that he had not the slightest interest in social questions, and
simply wanted the explosive machine for a purely family matter, in
which no one was concerned but himself.
Count Rouvaloff looked at him for some moments in amazement, and
then seeing that he was quite serious, wrote an address on a piece
of paper, initialled it, and handed it to him across the table.
'Scotland Yard would give a good deal to know this address, my dear
fellow.'
'They shan't have it,' cried Lord Arthur, laughing; and after
shaking the young Russian warmly by the hand he ran downstairs,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The
climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used
to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.
"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he
said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to
fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he
looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were
running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the
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