| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: speaketh." It was said. I could not withdraw my words.
He turned suddenly and looked at me.
"Me, miss?" he said in a far to inocent tone. "Why, I don't know
exactly. " He then smiled and said: "There are some who think I am
not much of a Butler now."
"Just a word of advise, William," I said in a signifacant tone. "A
real Butler cuts an orange the other way. I am telling you, because
although having grape fruit mostly, some morning some one may order
an orange, and one should be very careful THESE DAYS."
Shall I ever forget his face as he went out? No, never. He knew
that I knew, and was one to stand no nonsense. But I had put him on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Receiv'd Alcides, then a conqueror.
Dare to be poor; accept our homely food,
Which feasted him, and emulate a god."
Then underneath a lowly roof he led
The weary prince, and laid him on a bed;
The stuffing leaves, with hides of bears o'erspread.
Now Night had shed her silver dews around,
And with her sable wings embrac'd the ground,
When love's fair goddess, anxious for her son,
(New tumults rising, and new wars begun,)
Couch'd with her husband in his golden bed,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares.
Soul! If anybody ever struggled with a soul, I am the man.
And I wasn't arguing with a lunatic either. Believe me or not,
his intelligence was perfectly clear--concentrated, it is true,
upon himself with horrible intensity, yet clear; and therein
was my only chance--barring, of course, the killing him there
and then, which wasn't so good, on account of unavoidable noise.
But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked
within itself, and, by heavens! I tell you, it had gone mad.
I had--for my sins, I suppose--to go through the ordeal of looking
into it myself. No eloquence could have been so withering
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