| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: love, and that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his
rooms all the time.
LORD AUGUSTUS. No, really! really!
CECIL GRAHAM. [In a low voice.] Yes, here is her fan. [Points to
the fan.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Chuckling.] By Jove! By Jove!
LORD WINDERMERE. [Up by door.] I am really off now, Lord
Darlington. I am sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call
on us when you come back! My wife and I will be charmed to see
you!
LORD DARLINGTON. [Up sage with LORD WINDERMERE.] I am afraid I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: reality, of things and relations alike. Nothing is simple.
Every wrong done has a certain justice in it, and every good deed
has dregs of evil. As for us, young still, and still without
self-knowledge, resounded a hundred discordant notes in the
harsh angle of that shock. We were furiously angry with each
other, tender with each other, callously selfish, generously
self-sacrificing.
I remember Marion saying innumerable detached things that didn't
hang together one with another, that contradicted one another,
that were, nevertheless, all in their places profoundly true and
sincere. I see them now as so many vain experiments in her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: one nasty winter night about three months ago; I had had a
capital dinner and a good bottle of Chianti, and I stood for a
moment on the pavement, thinking what a mystery there is about
London streets and the companies that pass along them. A bottle
of red wine encourages these fancies, Clarke, and I dare say I
should have thought a page of small type, but I was cut short by
a beggar who had come behind me, and was making the usual
appeals. Of course I looked round, and this beggar turned out
to be what was left of an old friend of mine, a man named
Herbert. I asked him how he had come to such a wretched pass,
and he told me. We walked up and down one of those long and
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