| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: it wasn't because she had run after him. Dawling explained with a
hundred grins that when one wished very much to get anything one
usually ended by doing so--a proposition which led me wholly to
dissent and our young lady to asseverate that she hadn't in the
least wished to get Mr. Dawling. She mightn't have wished to get
him, but she wished to show him, and I seemed to read that if she
could treat him as a trophy her affairs were rather at the ebb.
True there always hung from her belt a promiscuous fringe of
scalps. Much at any rate would have come and gone since our
separation in July. She had spent four months abroad, where, on
Swiss and Italian lakes, in German cities, in the French capital,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato: require to be first cleared away. Let us proceed, then, by regular steps:
--There are causal or principal, and co-operative or subordinate arts. To
the causal class belong the arts of washing and mending, of carding and
spinning the threads, and the other arts of working in wool; these are
chiefly of two kinds, falling under the two great categories of composition
and division. Carding is of the latter sort. But our concern is chiefly
with that part of the art of wool-working which composes, and of which one
kind twists and the other interlaces the threads, whether the firmer
texture of the warp or the looser texture of the woof. These are adapted
to each other, and the orderly composition of them forms a woollen garment.
And the art which presides over these operations is the art of weaving.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ursula by Honore de Balzac: in each ear. The blood whistled in his temples as he committed the
theft; cold as the weather was, his shirt was wet on his back; his
legs gave way under him and he fell into a chair in the salon as if an
axe had fallen on his head.
"How the inheritance of money loosens a man's tongue! Did you hear
Minoret?" said Massin to Cremiere as they hurried through the town.
"'Go here, go there,' just as if he knew everything."
"Yes, for a dull beast like him he had a certain air of--"
"Stop!" said Massin, alarmed at a sudden thought. "His wife is there;
they've got some plan! Do you do both errands; I'll go back."
Just as the post master fell into the chair he saw at the gate the
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