| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: He blushed a little with embarrassment. "I had never thought of
her in that way."
Madame Dupont laid her hand upon her son's. "Yes, George," she
said tenderly. "I know. You are such a good boy."
Now, of course, George did not feel that he was quite such a good
boy; but his mother was a deeply religious woman, who had no idea
of the truth about the majority of men. She would never have got
over the shock if he had told her about himself, and so he had to
pretend to be just what she thought him.
"Tell me," she continued, after a pause, "have you never felt the
least bit in love?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: MRS. HARDCASTLE. A low, paltry set of fellows.
TONY. Not so low, neither. There's Dick Muggins the exciseman, Jack
Slang the horse doctor, Little Aminadab that grinds the music box, and
Tom Twist that spins the pewter platter.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Pray, my dear, disappoint them for one night at
least.
TONY. As for disappointing them, I should not so much mind; but I
can't abide to disappoint myself.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. (detaining him.) You shan't go.
TONY. I will, I tell you.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. I say you shan't.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: provided with a scrap of paper and the stump of a pencil. Mrs.
Travers was confident that he did not either hear or see her.
"Captain Jorgenson, you no doubt think. . . ."
He tried to wave her away with the stump of the pencil. He did
not want to be interrupted in his strange occupation. He was
playing very gravely indeed with those bits of string. "I lighted
them all together," he murmured, keeping one eye on the dial of
the watch. Just then the shortest piece of string went out,
utterly consumed. Jorgenson made a hasty note and remained still
while Mrs. Travers looked at him with stony eyes thinking that
nothing in the world was any use. The other threads of smoke went
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