| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious star thy soul will make
Than Julius Caesar or bright--
[Enter a Messenger.]
MESSENGER.
My honourable lords, health to you all!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: "If I do not take your advice it will be the first time since I
have come to look to you for so much," she went on. "Cannot you
suggest something else? My friends are having such a splendid
visit. Helen is getting well. Oh, I should be sorry to see them
go before they want to."
"We might take them up into the mountains and camp out for a
while," he said, presently. "I know a wild place up among the
crags. It's a hard climb, but worth the work. I never saw a
more beautiful spot. Fine water, and it will be cool. Pretty
soon it'll be too hot here for your party to go out-of-doors."
"You mean to hide me away among the crags and clouds?" replied
The Light of Western Stars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott: filled with squires and yeomen, who made way not
without some difficulty for Rebecca, attended by
the Preceptor and Mont-Fitchet, and followed by
the guard of halberdiers, to move forward to the
seat appointed for her. As she passed through the
crowd, her arms folded and her head depressed, a
scrap of paper was thrust into her hand, which she
received almost unconsciously, and continued to
hold without examining its contents. The assurance
that she possessed some friend in this awful
assembly gave her courage to look around, and to
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