| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare: That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.
O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!
The spots whereof could weeping purify,
Her tears should drop on them perpetually.
But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,
And he hath won what he would lose again.
This forced league doth force a further strife;
This momentary joy breeds months of pain,
This hot desire converts to cold disdain:
Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,
And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: "Now, it will be well for you to bear in mind the prevailing
characteristics of this race. These were well preserved and
unchanging; one and all they are the same: cold, selfish, dominant,
reckless of consequences in pursuit of their own will. It was not
that they did not keep faith, though that was a matter which gave
them little concern, but that they took care to think beforehand of
what they should do in order to gain their own ends. If they should
make a mistake, someone else should bear the burthen of it. This
was so perpetually recurrent that it seemed to be a part of a fixed
policy. It was no wonder that, whatever changes took place, they
were always ensured in their own possessions. They were absolutely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: Culture, Vol. II. p. 254; Darwin, Naturalist's Voyage, p. 409.
"Jacky's next proceeding was to get some dry sticks and wood,
and prepare a fire, which, to George's astonishment, he
lighted thus. He got a block of wood, in the middle of which
he made a hole; then he cut and pointed a long stick, and
inserting the point into the block, worked it round between
his palms for some time and with increasing rapidity.
Presently there came a smell of burning wood, and soon after
it burst into a flame at the point of contact. Jacky cut
slices of shark and roasted them."--Reade, Never too Late to
Mend, chap. xxxviii.
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