| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: Adcock was a gentleman by birth and made a good husband; the family
reasonably prospered, and one of the daughters married no less a
man than Clarkson Stanfield. But by the father, and the two
remaining Miss Campbells, people of fierce passions and a truly
Highland pride, the derogation was bitterly resented. For long the
sisters lived estranged then, Mrs. Jackson and Mrs. Adcock were
reconciled for a moment, only to quarrel the more fiercely; the
name of Mrs. Adcock was proscribed, nor did it again pass her
sister's lips, until the morning when she announced: 'Mary Adcock
is dead; I saw her in her shroud last night.' Second sight was
hereditary in the house; and sure enough, as I have it reported, on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: IV.
It was as a student that I first knew Fleeming, as one of that
modest number of young men who sat under his ministrations in a
soul-chilling class-room at the top of the University buildings.
His presence was against him as a professor: no one, least of all
students, would have been moved to respect him at first sight:
rather short in stature, markedly plain, boyishly young in manner,
cocking his head like a terrier with every mark of the most
engaging vivacity and readiness to be pleased, full of words, full
of paradox, a stranger could scarcely fail to look at him twice, a
man thrown with him in a train could scarcely fail to be engaged by
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: ROSALIND: Lover! Lover! I can't do with you, and I can't imagine
life without you.
AMORY: Rosalind, we're on each other's nerves. It's just that
we're both high-strung, and this week
(His voice is curiously old. She crosses to him and taking his
face in her hands, kisses him.)
ROSALIND: I can't, Amory. I can't be shut away from the trees and
flowers, cooped up in a little flat, waiting for you. You'd hate
me in a narrow atmosphere. I'd make you hate me.
(Again she is blinded by sudden uncontrolled tears.)
AMORY: Rosalind
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