| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: struggle her health was quickly broken: her white face,
attenuated form, and failing strength, threatened rapid decline.
I felt in my heart she would die, if she did not go home, and
with this conviction obtained her recall. She had only been three
months at school; and it was some years before the experiment of
sending her from home was again ventured on. After the age of
twenty, having meantime studied alone with diligence and
perseverance, she went with me to an establishment on the
Continent: the same suffering and conflict ensued, heightened by
the strong recoil of her upright, heretic and English spirit from
the gentle Jesuitry of the foreign and Romish system. Once more
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: enemies and not do any work except for bonuses. How about it, heh? How about
it?"
"Oh--well--gee--of course--" sighed Graff, as he went out, crabwise.
Babbitt did not often squabble with his employees. He liked to like the
people about him; he was dismayed when they did not like him. It was only when
they attacked the sacred purse that he was frightened into fury, but then,
being a man given to oratory and high principles, he enjoyed the sound of his
own vocabulary and the warmth of his own virtue. Today he had so passionately
indulged in self-approval that he wondered whether he had been entirely just:
"After all, Stan isn't a boy any more. Oughtn't to call him so hard. But
rats, got to haul folks over the coals now and then for their own good.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the vanished years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
II
(Written in a copy of "La Vita Nuova". For M. C. S.)
If you were Lady Beatrice
And I the Florentine,
I'd never waste my time like this --
If you were Lady Beatrice
I'd woo and then demand a kiss,
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