| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: For that is nothing mi talent,
Bot I wold stele, if that I mihte,
A glad word or a goodly syhte;
And evere mi service I profre,
And namly whan sche wol gon offre, 7140
For thanne I lede hire, if I may,
For somwhat wolde I stele away.
Whan I beclippe hire on the wast,
Yit ate leste I stele a tast,
And otherwhile "grant mercy"
Sche seith, and so winne I therby
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: first; it had no signature. "Lady Agnes Orme, Hyde Park Place.
Impossible to-night, dining Haddon. Opera to-morrow, promised
Fritz, but could do play Wednesday. Will try Haddon for Savoy, and
anything in the world you like, if you can get Gussy. Sunday
Montenero. Sit Mason Monday, Tuesday. Marguerite awful. Cissy."
That was the second. The third, the girl noted when she took it,
was on a foreign form: "Everard, Hotel Brighton, Paris. Only
understand and believe. 22nd to 26th, and certainly 8th and 9th.
Perhaps others. Come. Mary."
Mary was very handsome, the handsomest woman, she felt in a moment,
she had ever seen--or perhaps it was only Cissy. Perhaps it was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: approvingly over a pipe and a tumbler of wine. Or sometimes -
suppose my lady moon looks forth, and the court from out the half-lit
dining-room seems nearly as bright as by day, and the light picks out
the window-panes, and makes a clear shadow under every vine-leaf on
the wall - sometimes a picnic is proposed, and a basket made ready,
and a good procession formed in front of the hotel. The two
trumpeters in honour go before; and as we file down the long alley,
and up through devious footpaths among rocks and pine-trees, with
every here and there a dark passage of shadow, and every here and
there a spacious outlook over moonlit woods, these two precede us and
sound many a jolly flourish as they walk. We gather ferns and dry
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