| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: capricious kind of fate, destined to make other things clean, and
be nasty itself; at length, worn to the stumps in the service of
the maids, it is either thrown out of doors or condemned to the
last use - of kindling a fire. When I behold this I sighed, and
said within myself, "Surely mortal man is a broomstick!" Nature
sent him into the world strong and lusty, in a thriving condition,
wearing his own hair on his head, the proper branches of this
reasoning vegetable, till the axe of intemperance has lopped off
his green boughs, and left him a withered trunk; he then flies to
art, and puts on a periwig, valuing himself upon an unnatural
bundle of hairs, all covered with powder, that never grew on his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: CECILY. It is not a very pleasant position for a young girl
suddenly to find herself in. Is it?
GWENDOLEN. Let us go into the house. They will hardly venture to
come after us there.
CECILY. No, men are so cowardly, aren't they?
[They retire into the house with scornful looks.]
JACK. This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I
suppose?
ALGERNON. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most
wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life.
JACK. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: lant avoidance of the instalment man, the tireless
patronage of the acoustics of the dumb-waiter shaft
- all the attributes of the Gotham flat-dweller were
hers.
One moment yet of sententiousness and the story
moves.
In the Big City large and sudden things happen.
You round a corner and thrust the rib of your um-
brella into the eye of your old friend from Kootenai
Falls. You stroll out to pluck a Sweet William in the
park - and lo! bandits attack you - you are am-
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