| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: He was too clever for a bad governess, for a parson's daughter,
to spoil; and the strangest if not the brightest thread
in the pensive embroidery I just spoke of was the impression
I might have got, if I had dared to work it out, that he was
under some influence operating in his small intellectual life
as a tremendous incitement.
If it was easy to reflect, however, that such a boy could postpone school,
it was at least as marked that for such a boy to have been
"kicked out" by a schoolmaster was a mystification without end.
Let me add that in their company now--and I was careful almost
never to be out of it--I could follow no scent very far. We lived
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: is as good as his cigars, we shall do very well."
"He seems a very good fellow," said Lord Lambeth, as if this idea
had just occurred to him.
"I say, we had better remain at the inn," rejoined his companion presently.
"I don't think I like the way he spoke of his house. I don't like stopping
in the house with such a tremendous lot of women."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Lord Lambeth. And then they smoked
a while in silence. "Fancy his thinking we do no work in England!"
the young man resumed.
"I daresay he didn't really think so," said Percy Beaumont.
"Well, I guess they don't know much about England over here!"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: neck from the arm of a wooden gibbet, and beside it
knelt a woman gowned in rich cloth of gold and many
jewels. Her face was averted and her arms were out-
stretched toward the dangling form that swung and
twisted from the grim, gaunt arm. Her figure was
racked with choking sobs of horror-stricken grief. Pres-
ently she staggered to her feet and turned away, bury-
ing her face in her hands; but he saw her features for
an instant then--the woman who openly and alone
mourned the dead Outlaw of Torn was Bertrade de
Montfort.
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