| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: Parent and child. Shy. _[He sits down at the end of the writing
table nearest the sideboard like a man resigned to anything that fate
may have in store for him]._
MRS TARLETON. Then how did you find out?
GUNNER. From her papers after she died.
MRS TARLETON. _[shocked]_ Is Lucy dead? And I never knew! _[With
an effusion of tenderness]_ And you here being treated like that,
poor orphan, with nobody to take your part! Tear up that foolish
paper, child; and sit down and make friends with me.
JOHNNY. | Hallo, mother this is all very well, you know--
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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: nerves. So far my eyes had escaped; but, when we got to the open fields again,
even my vision went back on me. Strange flashes of vari-colored, rainbow light
began to appear and disappear on the path before me. Still, I managed to keep
myself in hand, till the vari-colored lights persisted for a space of fully
twenty seconds, dancing and flashing in continuous play. Then I sat down, weak
and shaky.
"It's all up with me," I gasped, covering my eyes with my hands. "It has
attacked my eyes. Paul, take me home."
But Paul laughed long and loud. "What did I tell you?--the most wonderful dog,
eh? Well, what do you think?"
He turned partly from me and began to whistle. I heard the patter of feet, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: ASCANIO
Never; and that made it worse. I hadn't the consciousness of guilt
to buoy me up. What hour did you say he fixed?
GUIDO
Noon. [Clock in the Cathedral strikes.]
ASCANIO
It is that now, and your man has not come. I don't believe in him,
Guido. I think it is some wench who has set her eye at you; and,
as I have followed you from Perugia to Padua, I swear you shall
follow me to the nearest tavern. [Rises.] By the great gods of
eating, Guido, I am as hungry as a widow is for a husband, as tired
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