| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: which his thin, dark hands maintained their clutch.
Not even the revelation of hair quite white at the roots,
unduly widening the track of parting on the top of his
dyed head, could rob this movement of its mournful dignity.
Thorpe, after a moment's pause, took a pencil and paper
from the desk, and made a calculation. He bit his lips
and frowned at the sight of these figures, and set
down some others, which seemed to please him no more.
Then, with a sudden gesture as of impatience, he rose to his feet.
"How much is that sister's marriage portion you spoke of?"
he asked, rather brusquely.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: don't take up the subject of Willie Hughes. You will break your
heart over it.'
'Erskine,' I answered, 'it is your duty to give this theory to the
world. If you will not do it, I will. By keeping it back you
wrong the memory of Cyril Graham, the youngest and the most
splendid of all the martyrs of literature. I entreat you to do him
justice. He died for this thing, - don't let his death be in
vain.'
Erskine looked at me in amazement. 'You are carried away by the
sentiment of the whole story,' he said. 'You forget that a thing
is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. I was devoted
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: wait for him, and entered the humble dwelling.
The apartment into which he was ushered was spacious, and plainly,
yet not shabbily furnished. A violoncello and clavichord, with
several portfolios of music, and scattered sheets of ruled paper,
proclaimed the profession or the taste of the occupant. Having
excused himself a moment to look after his daughter's condition,
the old man, on his return, found Boris turning over the
leaves of a musical work.
"You see my profession," he said. "I teach music?"
"Do you not compose?" asked the Prince.
"That was once my ambition. I was a pupil of Sebastian Bach.
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