| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: taken. Accidents of this sort happen in all attacks, but with this
pair of friends they were customary. Supporting each other, they made
their way bravely through a labyrinth of narrow and gloomy little
streets in quest of their personal objects; one seeking for painted
madonnas, the other for madonnas of flesh and blood.
In what part of Tarragona it happened I cannot say, but Diard
presently recognized by its architecture the portal of a convent, the
gate of which was already battered in. Springing into the cloister to
put a stop to the fury of the soldiers, he arrived just in time to
prevent two Parisians from shooting a Virgin by Albano. In spite of
the moustache with which in their military fanaticism they had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "'So, as we go mooching along the drag, with a sharp lamp out for John Law, we
cannot help remembering that we are beyond the pale; that our ways are not
their ways; and that the ways of John Law with us are different from his ways
with other men. Poor lost souls, wailing for a crust in the dark, we know full
well our helplessness and ignominy. And well may we repeat after a stricken
brother over-seas: "Our pride it is to know no spur of pride." Man has
forgotten us; God has forgotten us; only are we remembered by the harpies of
justice, who prey upon our distress and coin our sighs and tears into bright
shining dollars.'
"Incidentally, my picture of Sol Glenhart, the police judge, was good. A
striking likeness, and unmistakable, with phrases tripping along like this:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: In the bright islands whence your fathers came -
The Silver Ship, at rest from winds and tides,
Below your palace in your harbour rides:
And the seafarers, sitting safe on shore,
Like eager merchants count their treasures o'er.
One gift they find, one strange and lovely thing,
Now doubly precious since it pleased a king.
The right, my liege, is ancient as the lyre
For bards to give to kings what kings admire.
'Tis mine to offer for Apollo's sake;
And since the gift is fitting, yours to take.
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