| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: nice little penny gone. He's mad on reading. He promised another
free library last week. It's ruinous. Itll hit you as well as me
when Bunny marries Hypatia. When all Hypatia's money is thrown away
on libraries, where will Bunny come in? Cant you stop him?
LORD SUMMERHAYS. I'm afraid not. Hes a perfect whirlwind.
Indefatigable at public work. Wonderful man, I think.
JOHNNY. Oh, public work! He does too much of it. It's really a sort
of laziness, getting away from your own serious business to amuse
yourself with other people's. Mind: I dont say there isnt another
side to it. It has its value as an advertisement. It makes useful
acquaintances and leads to valuable business connections. But it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: to watch the lagoon in all directions. On calling Mrs. Travers
out of the Cage Lingard was, in the midst of his mental struggle,
conscious of a certain satisfaction in taking her away from
d'Alcacer. He couldn't spare any of her attention to any other
man, not the least crumb of her time, not the least particle of
her thought! He needed it all. To see it withdrawn from him for
the merest instant was irritating--seemed a disaster.
D'Alcacer, left alone, wondered at the imperious tone of
Lingard's call. To this observer of shades the fact seemed
considerable. "Sheer nerves," he concluded, to himself. "The man
is overstrung. He must have had some sort of shock." But what
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: The masters brood of those Mills that "grind
exceeding small."
And it needs no occult art nor magic to foreshow
That a people who sow defeat they will reap the
thing they sow.
"SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI"
CONQUERORS leonine, lordly,
Princes and vaunting kings,
Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggart
trumps--
But lo! ye are little things!
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