| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: une colonne d'ivoire sur un socle d'argent. C'etait un jardin plein
de colombes et de lis d'argent. C'etait une tour d'argent ornee de
boucliers d'ivoire. Il n'y avait rien au monde d'aussi blanc que
ton corps. Il n'y avait rien au monde d'aussi noir que tes cheveux.
Dans le monde tout entier il n'y avait rien d'aussi rouge que ta
bouche. Ta voix etait un encensoir qui repandait d'etranges
parfums, et quand je te regardais j'entendais une musique etrange!
Ah! pourquoi ne m'as-tu pas regardee, Iokanaan? Derriere tes mains
et tes blasphemes tu as cache ton visage. Tu as mis sur tes yeux le
bandeau de celui qui veut voir son Dieu. Eh bien, tu l'as vu, ton
Dieu, Iokanaan, mais moi, moi . . . tu ne m'as jamais vue. Si tu
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: employed; but this critical spirit will get little good out of
Faraday. Rather let those who ponder his works seek to realise the
object he set before him, not permitting his occasional vagueness to
interfere with their appreciation of his speculations. We may see
the ripples, and eddies, and vortices of a flowing stream, without
being able to resolve all these motions into their constituent
elements; and so it sometimes strikes me that Faraday clearly saw
the play of fluids and ethers and atoms, though his previous
training did not enable him to resolve what he saw into its
constituents, or describe it in a manner satisfactory to a mind
versed in mechanics. And then again occur, I confess, dark sayings,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne: Even Jaffrey Pyncheon must help her now She hastened down
the staircase, shrieking as she went.
"Clifford is gone!" she cried. "I cannot find my brother.
Help, Jaffrey Pyncheon! Some harm will happen to him!"
She threw open the parlor-door. But, what with the shade of
branches across the windows, and the smoke-blackened ceiling,
and the dark oak-panelling of the walls, there was hardly so
much daylight in the room that Hepzibah's imperfect sight could
accurately distinguish the Judge's figure. She was certain,
however, that she saw him sitting in the ancestral armchair,
near the centre of the floor, with his face somewhat averted,
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