| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James: unable to be militant outwardly, can carry on the moral warfare.
He can willfully turn his attention away from his own future,
whether in this world or the next. He can train himself to
indifference to his present drawbacks and immerse himself in
whatever objective interests still remain accessible. He can
follow public news, and sympathize with other people's affairs.
He can cultivate cheerful manners, and be silent about his
miseries. He can contemplate whatever ideal aspects of existence
his philosophy is able to present to him, and practice whatever
duties, such as patience, resignation, trust, his ethical system
requires. Such a man lives on his loftiest, largest plane. He
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: to page thirty-two," what was Mary's horror when Miss Meadows totally
ignored the chrysanthemum, made no reply to her greeting, but said in a
voice of ice, "Page fourteen, please, and mark the accents well."
Staggering moment! Mary blushed until the tears stood in her eyes, but
Miss Meadows was gone back to the music stand; her voice rang through the
music hall.
"Page fourteen. We will begin with page fourteen. 'A Lament.' Now,
girls, you ought to know it by this time. We shall take it all together;
not in parts, all together. And without expression. Sing it, though,
quite simply, beating time with the left hand."
She raised the baton; she tapped the music stand twice. Down came Mary on
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: some. I cut the men loose, and we made up across the ridge, got lost,
surrounded by fire, and then I got Herky to help me start a back-fire in
that big canyon."
"Back-fire!" exclaimed Dick, slamming the table with his big fist. Then he
settled down and looked at me. Hiram looked at me. Jim looked at me, and
not one of them said a word for what seemed a long time. It brought the
blood to my face. But for all my embarrassment it was sweet praise. At last
Dick broke the silence.
"Ken Ward, this stumps me I . . . Tell us about it."
So I related my adventures from the moment they had left me till we met
again.
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