| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: and the world of spirit; I saw the great empty deep stretch dim
before me, and in that instant a bridge of light leapt from the
earth to the unknown shore, and the abyss was spanned. You may
look in Browne Faber's book, if you like, and you will find
that to the present day men of science are unable to account for
the presence, or to specify the functions of a certain group of
nerve-cells in the brain. That group is, as it were, land to
let, a mere waste place for fanciful theories. I am not in the
position of Browne Faber and the specialists, I am perfectly
instructed as to the possible functions of those nerve-centers
in the scheme of things. With a touch I can bring them into
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: something more upon such an occasion than a bare compliment of
ceremony. He might," he thought, "without arrogance, have
expected to have been consulted. He wished his kinsman of
Menteith well, no man could wish him better; but he must say he
thought he had been hasty in this matter. Allan's sentiments
towards the young lady had been pretty well understood, and he,
for one, could not see why the superior pretensions which he had
upon her gratitude should have been set aside, without at least
undergoing some previous discussion."
Montrose, seeing too well where all this pointed, entreated
M'Aulay to be reasonable, and to consider what probability there
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde: MRS. ALLONBY. Certainly not to him. Unless, of course, one wants
to grow tired of him.
LADY STUTFIELD. Oh! . . . yes. I see that. It is very, very
helpful. Do you think, Mrs. Allonby, I shall ever meet the Ideal
Man? Or are there more than one?
MRS. ALLONBY. There are just four in London, Lady Stutfield.
LADY HUNSTANTON. Oh, my dear!
MRS. ALLONBY. [Going over to her.] What has happened? Do tell
me.
LADY HUNSTANTON [in a low voice] I had completely forgotten that
the American young lady has been in the room all the time. I am
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