| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: "In here," she cried. "Feel how warm. I'll put more wood on that oven.
It doesn't matter, they're all busy upstairs."
She knelt down on the floor, and thrust the wood into the oven, laughing at
her own wicked extravagance.
The Frau was forgotten, the stupid day was forgotten. Here was someone
beside her laughing, too. They were together in the little warm room
stealing Herr Lehmann's wood. It seemed the most exciting adventure in the
world. She wanted to go on laughing--or burst out crying--or--or--catch
hold of the Young Man.
"What a fire," she shrieked, stretching out her hands.
"Here's a hand; pull up," said the Young Man. "There, now, you'll catch it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: rudimentary in one man is an active organ in another; but all things are in
all men, and one soul is the model of all. We shall find nothing new in
human nature after we have once carefully dissected and analyzed the one
being we ever shall truly know--ourself. The Kaffer girl threw some coffee
on my arm in bed this morning; I felt displeased, but said nothing. Tant
Sannie would have thrown the saucer at her and sworn for an hour; but the
feeling would be the same irritated displeasure. If a huge animated
stomach like Bonaparte were put under a glass by a skilful mental
microscopist, even he would be found to have an embryonic doubling
somewhere indicative of a heart, and rudimentary buddings that might have
become conscience and sincerity. Let me take your arm Waldo.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: watches the ticker.'"
"'Why not give her a ticker in her bedroom while you are about it,
Ethel?' I suggested."
"But Ethel could not smile. 'I think that is perfectly probable,' she
answered. And then, 'Oh, Richard, isn't it mean!' At this I took her
hand, and she--but again I abstain from dwelling upon those circumstances
of the engaged which are familiar to you all."
"The change of May into June, and the change of June into July, did not
mellow Ethel's bitter feelings. I remember the day after Petunias
defaulted on their interest that she exclaimed, 'I hope I shall never
meet her!' We always called Mr. Beverly's mother 'she' now. 'For if I
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