| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: said Jo eagerly.
"That is so kind, I gladly tell you. My friends find for me
a place in a college, where I teach as at home, and earn enough
to make the way smooth for Franz and Emil. For this I should be
grateful, should I not?"
"Indeed you should. How splendid it will be to have you
doing what you like, and be able to see you often, and the boys!"
cried Jo, clinging to the lads as an excuse for the satisfaction
she could not help betraying.
"Ah! But we shall not meet often, I fear, this place is at
the West."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: weapons.
"We'd better go back to Desiree," said Harry when we reached
the ground again. "She'll wonder what's become of us. We've been
gone nearly two hours."
After fifteen minutes' search we found the stream, and
followed it to the left. We had gone farther than we thought, and
we were looking for the end, where we had left Desiree, long before
we reached it. Several times we called her name, but there was no
answer.
"She's probably asleep," said Harry. And a minute later:
"There's the wall at last! But where is she?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: in secret his own wild title earned in the woods. We have a wild
savage in us, and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded
as ours. I see that my neighbor, who bears the familiar epithet
William or Edwin, takes it off with his jacket. It does not
adhere to him when asleep or in anger, or aroused by any passion
or inspiration. I seem to hear pronounced by some of his kin at
such a time his original wild name in some jaw-breaking or else
melodious tongue.
Here is this vast, savage, hovering mother of ours, Nature, lying
all around, with such beauty, and such affection for her
children, as the leopard; and yet we are so early weaned from her
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