| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: Y.M.C.A. hall, with white walls and an organ; but
Harney led Charity to a glittering place--everything
she saw seemed to glitter--where they passed, between
immense pictures of yellow-haired beauties stabbing
villains in evening dress, into a velvet-curtained
auditorium packed with spectators to the last limit of
compression. After that, for a while, everything was
merged in her brain in swimming circles of heat and
blinding alternations of light and darkness. All the
world has to show seemed to pass before her in a chaos
of palms and minarets, charging cavalry regiments,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: felt it the same. Made a dead set at the poor devil. You saw
the captain?"
Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully.
Montgomery swore under his breath. I had half a mind to attack him
about the men on the beach. Then the poor brute within gave vent
to a series of short, sharp cries.
"Your men on the beach," said I; "what race are they?"
"Excellent fellows, aren't they?" said he, absentmindedly,
knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
I said no more. There was another outcry worse than the former.
He looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: him, is one of the richest men in Europe. He could buy all London
to-morrow without overdrawing his account. He has a house in every
capital, dines off gold plate, and can prevent Russia going to war
when he chooses.'
'What on earth do you mean?' exclaimed Hughie.
'What I say,' said Trevor. 'The old man you saw to-day in the
studio was Baron Hausberg. He is a great friend of mine, buys all
my pictures and that sort of thing, and gave me a commission a
month ago to paint him as a beggar. QUE VOULEZ-VOUS? LA FANTAISIE
D'UN MILLIONNAIRE! And I must say he made a magnificent figure in
his rags, or perhaps I should say in my rags; they are an old suit
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