| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: A nurse's song no'er pleas'd her babe so well:
The dire imagination she did follow
This sound of hope doth labour to expel; 976
For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass; 980
Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac: his wife was talking with Nathan; perhaps he had come there himself to
fetch Marie, and take her home; perhaps his conversation with his
former flame had awakened slumbering griefs; certain it is that when
his wife took his arm to leave the ball-room, she saw that his face
was sad and his look serious. The countess wondered if he was
displeased with her. No sooner were they seated in the carriage than
she turned to Felix and said, with a mischievous smile,--
"Did not I see you talking half the evening with Madame de
Manerville?"
Felix was not out of the tangled paths into which his wife had led him
by this charming little quarrel, when the carriage turned into their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: bolstered up very loyally by the Krupp firm and so forth, you
piled up shell, guns, war material, you hoped to snatch your
victory before the industrialisation and invention of the world
could turn upon you. But you failed. You were not rapid enough.
The battle of the Marne was your misfortune. And Ypres. You
lost some chances at Ypres. Two can play at destructive
industrialism, and now we out-gun you. We are piling up
munitions now faster than you. The essentials of this Game of
the War Lord are idiotically simple, but it was not of our
choosing. It is now merely a question of months before you make
your inevitable admission. This is no war to any great
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