| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: Of life, which is able to fill up the heart;
Even that of a woman.
"Between you and me
Heaven fixes a gulf, over which you must see
That our guardian angels can bear us no more.
We each of us stand on an opposite shore.
Trust a woman's opinion for once. Women learn,
By an instinct men never attain, to discern
Each other's true natures. Matilda is fair,
Matilda is young--see her now, sitting there!--
How tenderly fashion'd--(oh, is she not? say,)
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: and in the helpful, nurse-like way in which she drew
his arm through hers. He leaned upon this support,
and was glad of it in every fibre of his being.
"Do you remember? You promised--that last time I saw you--
to play for me," he reminded her. They were passing
the little covered postern door at the side and rear of
the church as he spoke, and he made a half halt to point
the coincidence.
"Oh, there's no one to blow the organ," she said,
divining his suggestion. "And I haven't the key--
and, besides, the organ is too heavy and severe
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: bruisers and prizefighters, I wonder what chance the
best of them would have had against him.
I am afraid not much of a chance. With one grip of his
iron fingers and a pull, he could have plucked a
muscle, say a biceps, by the roots, clear out of their
bodies. A back-handed, loose blow of his fist could
have smashed their skulls like egg-shells. With a sweep
of his wicked feet (or hind-hands) he could have
disembowelled them. A twist could have broken their
necks, and I know that with a single crunch of his jaws
he could have pierced, at the same moment, the great
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