| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: good apothecary! Turning from thence, my steps naturally
directed themselves to my own humble apartment, where my little
Highland landlady, as dapper and as tight as ever, (for old women
wear a hundred times better than the hard-wrought seniors of the
masculine sex), stood at the door, TEEDLING to herself a Highland
song as she shook a table napkin over the fore-stair, and then
proceeded to fold it up neatly for future service.
"How do you, Janet?"
"Thank ye, good sir," answered my old friend, without looking at
me; "but ye might as weel say Mrs. MacEvoy, for she is na
a'body's Shanet--umph."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "I really don't know what to do with father," she said. "He flies
off at a tangent over the smallest things. Elizabeth dear, can you
lend me twenty dollars? I'll get my allowance on Tuesday."
"I can give you ten."
"Well, ask mother for the rest, won't you? You needn't say it's
for me. I'll give it to you Tuesday."
"I'm not going to mother, Nina. She has had a lot of expenses this
month."
"Then I'll borrow it from Wallie Sayre," Nina said, accepting her
defeat cheerfully. "If it was an ordinary bill it could wait, but
I lost it at bridge last night and it's got to be paid."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: And suddenly I rejoiced in the great security of the sea as compared
with the unrest of the land, in my choice of that untempted life
presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary
moral beauty by the absolute straightforwardness of its appeal
and by the singleness of its purpose.
The riding light in the forerigging burned with a clear, untroubled,
as if symbolic, flame, confident and bright in the mysterious
shades of the night. Passing on my way aft along the other side
of the ship, I observed that the rope side ladder, put over, no doubt,
for the master of the tug when he came to fetch away our letters,
had not been hauled in as it should have been. I became annoyed at this,
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