| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: For half an hour I stood there in the grey November rain surrounded
by a jeering mob.
For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same
hour and for the same space of time. That is not such a tragic
thing as possibly it sounds to you. To those who are in prison
tears are a part of every day's experience. A day in prison on
which one does not weep is a day on which one's heart is hard, not
a day on which one's heart is happy.
Well, now I am really beginning to feel more regret for the people
who laughed than for myself. Of course when they saw me I was not
on my pedestal, I was in the pillory. But it is a very
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: parent. My mistress was to me so perfectly lovable, that I could
not a doubt her power of captivating my father, if I could only
find the means of making him acquainted with her good conduct and
merit. In a word, I relied on obtaining his consent to our
marriage, having given up all idea of accomplishing it without
his approval. I mentioned the project to Manon, and explained to
her that, besides every motive of filial love and duty, the
weightier one of necessity should also have some influence; for
our finances were sadly reduced, and I began to see the folly of
thinking them, as I once did, inexhaustible.
"Manon received the proposition with considerable coldness.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: to ask old traders in Dylath-Leen. He did not like to think of
going again to the subterrene world of Gugs and risking once more
that hellish tower of Koth with its Cyclopean steps leading to
the enchanted wood, yet he felt he might have to try this course
if all else failed. Over Leng's plateau past the lone monastery
he dared not go unaided; for the High-Priest's emissaries must
be many, while at the journey's end there would no doubt be the
Shantaks and perhaps other things to deal with. If he could get
a boat he might sail back to Inquanok past the jagged and hideous
rock in the sea, for the primal frescoes in the monastery labyrinth
had shewn that this frightful place lies not far from Sarkomand's
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