| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: the Disposer of all things may so order it, that it happen not to me in my
own house--but rather in some decent inn--at home, I know it,--the concern
of my friends, and the last services of wiping my brows, and smoothing my
pillow, which the quivering hand of pale affection shall pay me, will so
crucify my soul, that I shall die of a distemper which my physician is not
aware of: but in an inn, the few cold offices I wanted, would be purchased
with a few guineas, and paid me with an undisturbed, but punctual
attention--but mark. This inn should not be the inn at Abbeville--if there
was not another inn in the universe, I would strike that inn out of the
capitulation: so
Let the horses be in the chaise exactly by four in the morning--Yes, by
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: MARY
This woman had the good luck of being advanced to the throne of
England, in spite of the superior pretensions, Merit, and Beauty
of her Cousins Mary Queen of Scotland and Jane Grey. Nor can I
pity the Kingdom for the misfortunes they experienced during her
Reign, since they fully deserved them, for having allowed her to
succeed her Brother--which was a double peice of folly, since
they might have foreseen that as she died without children, she
would be succeeded by that disgrace to humanity, that pest of
society, Elizabeth. Many were the people who fell martyrs to the
protestant Religion during her reign; I suppose not fewer than a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: "I heard hosses--hosses with muffled hoofs!" he said; and he got
up guardedly.
"Where's Fay?" asked Jane, hurriedly glancing round the shady
knoll. The bright-haired child, who had appeared to be close all
the time, was not in sight.
"Fay!" called Jane.
No answering shout of glee. No patter of flying feet. Jane saw
Lassiter stiffen.
"Fay--oh--Fay!" Jane almost screamed.
The leaves quivered and rustled; a lonesome cricket chirped in
the grass, a bee hummed by. The silence of the waning afternoon
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