| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: "Iss!" and Demi shut his eyes tight, as if to catch sleep
and hurry the desired day.
Taking advantage of the propitious moment, Meg slipped
away and ran down to greet her husband with a smiling face
and the little blue bow in her hair which was his especial
admiration. He saw it at once and said with pleased surprise,
"Why, little mother, how gay we are tonight. Do you expect
company?"
"Only you, dear."
"No, I'm tired of being dowdy, so I dressed up as a
change. You always make yourself nice for table, no matter
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: "Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red
rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so
beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned
down and plucked it.
Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with
the rose in his hand.
The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding
blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.
"You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red
rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the
world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance
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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: underworld had burned and given off its sulphur, it turned bright pink,
shrimp-coloured on dry days, darker, crab-coloured on wet. Now it was
pale shrimp-colour, with a bluish-white hoar of frost. It always
pleased Connie, this underfoot of sifted, bright pink. It's an ill wind
that brings nobody good.
Clifford steered cautiously down the slope of the knoll from the hall,
and Connie kept her hand on the chair. In front lay the wood, the hazel
thicket nearest, the purplish density of oaks beyond. From the wood's
edge rabbits bobbed and nibbled. Rooks suddenly rose in a black train,
and went trailing off over the little sky.
Connie opened the wood-gate, and Clifford puffed slowly through into
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