| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: All at once the paroxysms passed away, the sounds of wild
weeping ceased. Celia sat up, and with her handkerchief
wiped the tears and leafy fragments from her face.
She rearranged her hat and the braids of her hair with swift,
instinctive touches, brushed the woodland debris from
her front, and sprang to her feet.
"I'm all right now," she said briskly. There was palpable
effort in her light tone, and in the stormy sort of smile
which she forced upon her blotched and perturbed countenance,
but they were only too welcome to Theron's anxious mood.
"Thank God!" he blurted out, all radiant with relief.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: while your thief sacks a cellar: your hero marauds on a larger scale,
and that is all the difference, for the principle and the virtue are one:
but two of a trade cannot agree: therefore your hero makes laws to get
rid of your thief, and gives him an ill name that he may hang him:
for might is right, and the strong make laws for the weak, and they
that make laws to serve their own turn do also make morals to give
colour to their laws."
"Your comparison, friar," said the stranger, "fails in this:
that your thief fights for profit, and your hero for honour.
I have fought under the banners of Richard, and if, as you phrase it,
he guts exchequers, and sacks cities, it is not to win treasure
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: lovers, Andre-Louis confessed to himself that had he been cursed
with such a hangdog countenance he would have worn his hat in
precisely such a manner, so as to conceal as much of it as possible.
If M. Leandre appeared to be wearing, in part at least, the cast-offs
of nobleman, the newcomer appeared to be wearing the cast-offs of M.
Leandre. Yet despite his vile clothes and viler face, with its three
days' growth of beard, the fellow carried himself with a certain air;
he positively strutted as he advanced, and he made a leg in a manner
that was courtly and practised.
"Monsieur," said he, with the air of a conspirator, "the time for
action has arrived, and so has the Marquis... That is why."
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