| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: imagination had run away with him.
"Good Heavens!" sighed he. "I have surely a disposition to madness--'tis
dreadfully hot here; my blood boils in my veins and my head is burning like a
coal." And he now remembered the important event of the evening before, how
his head had got jammed in between the iron railings of the hospital. "That's
what it is, no doubt," said he. "I must do something in time: under such
circumstances a Russian bath might do me good. I only wish I were already on
the upper bank"*
*In these Russian (vapor) baths the person extends himself on a bank or form,
and as he gets accustomed to the heat, moves to another higher up towards the
ceiling, where, of course, the vapor is warmest. In this manner he ascends
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: to the back porch, hurried to open the gate of the kennel, for simply to let
the puppies run she knew would stop their barking. Tattine was right about
that, but just as she swung the gate open, a happy thought struck those four
little puppies' minds, and as she started to run back to the house, all four
of them buried their sharp little teeth in the frill of Priscilla's wrapper.
Still Tattine succeeded in making her way across the lawn back to the door,
although she had four puppies in tow and was almost weak from laughing.
She knew perfectly well what a funny picture she must make, with the wrapper
that was so much too large for her, only kept in place by the big puff
sleeves: and with the puppies pulling away for dear life, it the train. When
she reached the screen door, she had a tussle with them, one by one, taking a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: When you've purified life and discarded the scum?
Tinctured with sorrow and flavored with sighs,
Moistened with tears that have flowed from your eyes;
Perfumed with sweetness of loves that have died,
Leavened with failures, with grief sanctified,
Sacred and sweet is the joy that must come
From the furnace of life when you've poured off the scum.
Unimportant Differences
If he is honest, kindly, true,
And glad to work from day to day;
If when his bit of toil is through
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