| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: "How, boy!" said the Queen, "neither gold nor garment? What is
it thou wouldst have of me, then?"
"Only permission, madam--if it is not asking too high an honour
--permission to wear the cloak which did you this trifling
service."
"Permission to wear thine own cloak, thou silly boy!" said the
Queen.
"It is no longer mine," said Walter; "when your Majesty's foot
touched it, it became a fit mantle for a prince, but far too rich
a one for its former owner."
The Queen again blushed, and endeavoured to cover, by laughing, a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: SALOME. Iokanaan! Je suis amoureuse de ton corps. Ton corps est
blanc comme le lis d'un pre que le faucheur n'a jamais fauche. Ton
corps est blanc comme les neiges qui couchent sur les montagnes,
comme les neiges qui couchent sur les montagnes de Judee, et
descendent dans les vallees. Les roses du jardin de la reine
d'Arabie ne sont pas aussi blanches que ton corps. Ni les roses du
jardin de la reine d'Arabie, ni les pieds de l'aurore qui trepignent
sur les feuilles, ni le sein de la lune quand elle couche sur le
sein de la mer . . . Il n'y a rien au monde d'aussi blanc que ton
corps.--Laisse-moi toucher ton corps!
IOKANAAN. Arriere, fille de Babylone! C'est par la femme que le
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: inspiring and triumphant. Undisputed sway had moulded him to the
likeness of a fatted Roman emperor. The tones of his voice were not
otherwise than clarion. To say that the General was public-spirited
would fall short of doing him justice. He had spirit enough for a
dozen publics. And as a sure foundation for it all, he had a heart
that was big and stanch. Yes; General Deffenbaugh was Elmville.
One little incident that usually occurred during the Governor's
morning walk has had its chronicling delayed by more important
matters. The procession was accustomed to halt before a small brick
office on the Avenue, fronted by a short flight of steep wooden steps.
A modest tin sign over the door bore the words: "Wm. B. Pemberton:
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