| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: he came in late in the evening the maid told him that Anna
Arkadyevna had a headache and begged him not to go in to her.
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Never before had a day been passed in quarrel. To-day was the
first time. And this was not a quarrel. It was the open
acknowledgment of complete coldness. Was it possible to glance at
her as he had glanced when he came into the room for the
guarantees.--to look at her, see her heart was breaking with
despair, and go out without a word with that face of callous
composure? He was not merely cold to her, he hated her because he
loved another woman--that was clear.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: Mr. Harbison's shocked face. No wonder he thought them a lot of
savages, browbeating their hostess the way they did.
"It's a fool thing anyhow," Max Reed wound up, "to celebrate the
anniversary of a divorce--especially " Here he caught Jim's eye
and stopped. But I had suddenly remembered. BELLA DOWN IN THE
BASEMENT!
Could anything have been worse? And of course she would have
hysteria and then turn on me and blame me for it all. It all came
over me at once and overwhelmed me, while Anne was crying and
saying she wouldn't cook if she starved for it, and Aunt Selina
was taking off her wraps. I felt queer all over, and I sat down
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: hated her admitting she had attended so closely to such talk.
'My God! '' IF THEY BE NOT NICE TO ME WHAT CARE I HOW NICE THEY BE?''
'No, it's hopeless! I just simply can't vibrate in unison with a woman.
There's no woman I can really want when I'm faced with her, and I'm not
going to start forcing myself to it...My God, no! I'll remain as I am,
and lead the mental life. It's the only honest thing I can do. I can be
quite happy TALKING to women; but it's all pure, hopelessly pure.
Hopelessly pure! What do you say, Hildebrand, my chicken?'
'It's much less complicated if one stays pure,' said Berry.
'Yes, life is all too simple!'
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