| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: "This is your truth," cried he, "and this your affection! Your
husband is just saved from eternal ruin, which he encountered for
the love of you - and you can take no pleasure! Kokua, you have a
disloyal heart."
He went forth again furious, and wandered in the town all day. He
met friends, and drank with them; they hired a carriage and drove
into the country, and there drank again. All the time Keawe was
ill at ease, because he was taking this pastime while his wife was
sad, and because he knew in his heart that she was more right than
he; and the knowledge made him drink the deeper.
Now there was an old brutal Haole drinking with him, one that had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: That lady who was the little girl's Mama looked much as all the
ladies looked.
``Are all Ladies Mamas?'' asked Bessie Bell.
She hoped the child who had brought the two rocks would not laugh,
for Bessie Bell knew she would cry if she did.
The little girl did not laugh at all. She was trying so carefully
to put the last rock on top of the stone chimney, she said: ``No,
Bessie Bell: some are Mamas, and some are only just Ladies.''
There. There it was again: Only-Just-Ladies.
Bessie Bell wondered how to tell which were Mamas, and which were
Ladies--just Ladies.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: the tall thick rye. There was a pale light from the afterglow of
sunset; a streak of light cut its way through a narrow,
uncouth-looking cloud, which seemed sometimes like a boat and
sometimes like a man wrapped in a quilt. . . .
I had driven a mile and a half, or two miles, when against the
pale background of the evening glow there came into sight one
after another some graceful tall poplars; a river glimmered
beyond them, and a gorgeous picture suddenly, as though by
magic, lay stretched before me. I had to stop the horse, for our
straight road broke off abruptly and ran down a steep incline
overgrown with bushes. We were standing on the hillside and
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