| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: one would think that all delinquents are liars many times over.
But as a matter of fact we have been profoundly astonished to
discover that a considerable percentage of the cases we have
studied, even of repeated offenders, have proved notably
truthful. Occasionally the very person who will engage in a
major form of delinquency will hesitate to lie. Our experience
shows this to be less true, however, of sex delinquency than
perhaps of any other. This statement is based on general
observations; the accurate correlations have not been worked up.
Occasionally the professional criminal of many misdeeds is proud
of his uprightness in other spheres of behavior, including
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: outfit; for Edna had elected to be an old Irishwoman singing broken-heartedly
after her wandering boy.
Though they had come early, she found everything in uproar. The main
performance was under way, the orchestra was playing and the audience
intermittently applauding. The infusion of the amateurs clogged the working of
things behind the stage, crowded the passages, dressing rooms, and wings, and
forced everybody into everybody else's way. This was particularly distasteful
to the professionals, who carried themselves as befitted those of a higher
caste, and whose behavior toward the pariah amateurs was marked by hauteur and
even brutality. And Edna, bullied and elbowed and shoved about, clinging
desperately to her basket and seeking a dressing room, took note of it all.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: then glanced round him at the garden and the distant view.
After this he burst out laughing. "I see it must seem to you
very strange," he said. There was, after all, something substantial
in his laughter. Gertrude looked at him from head to foot.
Yes, he was remarkably handsome; but his smile was almost a grimace.
"It is very still," he went on, coming nearer again.
And as she only looked at him, for reply, he added,
"Are you all alone?"
"Every one has gone to church," said Gertrude.
"I was afraid of that!" the young man exclaimed.
"But I hope you are not afraid of me."
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