| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: five o'clock you may see the last of us hiving from the college
gates, in the glare of the shop windows, under the green glimmer of
the winter sunset. The frost tingles in our blood; no proctor lies
in wait to intercept us; till the bell sounds again, we are the
masters of the world; and some portion of our lives is always
Saturday, LA TREVE DE DIEU.
Nor must we omit the sense of the nature of his country and his
country's history gradually growing in the child's mind from story
and from observation. A Scottish child hears much of shipwreck,
outlying iron skerries, pitiless breakers, and great sea-lights;
much of heathery mountains, wild clans, and hunted Covenanters.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: For the first time in his life his age was visibly upon him.
His head was heavy and hot, and the thoughts that rolled in it
were confused and depressing. Could it be that he had made a
mistake
in the principles of his existence? There was no argument in
what Harold had said--it was almost childish--and yet
it had shaken the elder man more deeply than he cared to show.
It held a silent attack which touched him more than open
criticism.
Suppose the end of his life were nearer than he thought--the end
must come some time--what if it were now? Had he not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: it was mean not to tell me in time."
"Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child," said Meg
soothingly. "Mother doesn't wish you to go this week, because
your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of this
fairy piece. Next week you can go with Beth and Hannah, and
have a nice time."
"I don't like that half as well as going with you and Laurie.
Please let me. I've been sick with this cold so long, and shut
up, I'm dying for some fun. Do, Meg! I'll be ever so good,"
pleaded Amy, looking as pathetic as she could.
"Suppose we take her. I don't believe Mother would mind,
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