| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: by my side. When I laid down to sleep, she waked me. When I
stumbled and fell, she raised me. When I wandered in the deep
snow, she led me back to the trail. And in this wise, like a man
bereft of reason, who sees strange visions and whose thoughts are
light with wine, I came to Haines Mission by the sea."
Sitka Charley threw back the tent-flaps. It was midday. To the
south, just clearing the bleak Henderson Divide, poised the cold-
disked sun. On either hand the sun-dogs blazed. The air was a
gossamer of glittering frost. In the foreground, beside the
trail, a wolf-dog, bristling with frost, thrust a long snout
heavenward and mourned.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: lawn.
5. THE YOUNG GIRL.
In her blue dress, with her cheeks lightly flushed, her blue, blue eyes,
and her gold curls pinned up as though for the first time--pinned up to be
out of the way for her flight--Mrs. Raddick's daughter might have just
dropped from this radiant heaven. Mrs. Raddick's timid, faintly
astonished, but deeply admiring glance looked as if she believed it, too;
but the daughter didn't appear any too pleased--why should she?--to have
alighted on the steps of the Casino. Indeed, she was bored--bored as
though Heaven had been full of casinos with snuffy old saints for croupiers
and crowns to play with.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: the counsel of perfection. What other private person enjoys the
same opportunity of understanding the master? Who else lives
under the same roof with an untouched masterpiece of Leonardo's?
Think of the happiness of being always under the influence of
such a creation; of living INTO it; of partaking of it in daily
and hourly communion! This room is a chapel; the sight of that
picture is a sacrament. What an atmosphere for a young life to
unfold itself in! My daughter is singularly blessed. Sybilla,
point out some of the details to Mr. Wyant; I see that he will
appreciate them."
The girl turned her dense blue eyes toward Wyant; then, glancing
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