| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: sides we could see the water, shining behind the tree-trunks, and
feel the cool salt breeze that began to come up with the tide just
as the day reached its highest point of heat. We could see the
green sunlit field we had just crossed as if we looked out at it
from a dark room, and the old house and its lilacs standing
placidly in the sun, and the great barn with a stockade of
carriages from which two or three care-taking men who had lingered
were coming across the field together. Mrs. Todd had taken off her
warm gloves and looked the picture of content.
"There!" she exclaimed. "I've always meant to have you see
this place, but I never looked for such a beautiful opportunity--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: Terry, but he made it clear that he was ashamed of himself, and
that he would now conform. As to the language--we all fell upon
it with redoubled energy. They brought us books, in greater
numbers, and I began to study them seriously.
"Pretty punk literature," Terry burst forth one day, when we were
in the privacy of our own room. "Of course one expects to begin on
child-stories, but I would like something more interesting now."
"Can't expect stirring romance and wild adventure without men,
can you?" I asked. Nothing irritated Terry more than to have us
assume that there were no men; but there were no signs of them
in the books they gave us, or the pictures.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: the late afternoon with the shivering squatter as a guide. At
the end of the passable road they alighted, and for miles splashed
on in silence through the terrible cypress woods where day never
came. Ugly roots and malignant hanging nooses of Spanish moss
beset them, and now and then a pile of dank stones or fragment
of a rotting wall intensified by its hint of morbid habitation
a depression which every malformed tree and every fungous islet
combined to create. At length the squatter settlement, a miserable
huddle of huts, hove in sight; and hysterical dwellers ran out
to cluster around the group of bobbing lanterns. The muffled beat
of tom-toms was now faintly audible far, far ahead; and a curdling
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