| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: general health, you know, and if that goes on improving as it has
lately done everything will soon be all right. All that was the
matter with me before--and always; it was too reckless!--was that I
neglected my general health. It acts directly on the state of the
particular organ. So I'm going three miles."
I grinned at her from the doorstep while Mrs. Meldrum's maid stood
there to admit me. "Oh I'm so glad," I said, looking at her as she
paced away with the pretty flutter she had kept and remembering the
day when, while she rejoined Lord Iffield, I had indulged in the
same observation. Her air of assurance was on this occasion not
less than it had been on that; but I recalled that she had then
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: stretching crest beyond crest into the remote obscurity, gave us our first
inkling of the distance of the crater wall. These hummocks looked like
snow. At the time I thought they were snow. But they were not - they were
mounds and masses of frozen air?
So it was at first, and then, sudden, swift, and amazing, came the lunar
day.
The sunlight had crept down the cliff, it touched the drifted masses at
its base and incontinently came striding with seven-leagued boots towards
us. The distant cliff seemed to shift and quiver, and at the touch of the
dawn a reek of gray vapour poured upward from the crater floor, whirls and
puffs and drifting wraiths of gray, thicker and broader and denser, until
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac: the poetry of Persia, where the hands of slaves had worked on it. The
furniture was covered in white cashmere, relieved by black and poppy-
colored ornaments. The clock, the candelabra, all were in white marble
and gold. The only table there had a cloth of cashmere. Elegant
flower-pots held roses of every kind, flowers white or red. In fine,
the least detail seemed to have been the object of loving thought.
Never had richness hidden itself more coquettishly to become elegance,
to express grace, to inspire pleasure. Everything there would have
warmed the coldest of beings. The caresses of the tapestry, of which
the color changed according to the direction of one's gaze, becoming
either all white or all rose, harmonized with the effects of the light
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