| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: She was a taut, trim, neat little craft, extremely well kept; and
on that serene evening when we passed her close she looked the
embodiment of coquettish comfort on the sea. It was somewhere near
the Cape - THE Cape being, of course, the Cape of Good Hope, the
Cape of Storms of its Portuguese discoverer. And whether it is
that the word "storm" should not be pronounced upon the sea where
the storms dwell thickly, or because men are shy of confessing
their good hopes, it has become the nameless cape - the Cape TOUT
COURT. The other great cape of the world, strangely enough, is
seldom if ever called a cape. We say, "a voyage round the Horn";
"we rounded the Horn"; "we got a frightful battering off the Horn";
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: applause, "tem-per-ament! There you have it. She is a flame in the heart
of a lily. I know I am going to play well. It is my turn now. I am
inspired. Fraulein Sonia"--as that lady returned to us, pale and draped in
a large shawl--"you are my inspiration. To-night you shall be the soul of
my trombone. Wait only."
To right and left of us people bent over and whispered admiration down
Fraulein Sonia's neck. She bowed in the grand style.
"I am always successful," she said to me. "You see, when I act I AM. In
Vienna, in the plays of Ibsen we had so many bouquets that the cook had
three in the kitchen. But it is difficult here. There is so little magic.
Do you not feel it? There is none of that mysterious perfume which floats
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Made the rifts and openings wider
In the mighty ribs of Nahma,
And from peril and from prison,
From the body of the sturgeon,
From the peril of the water,
They released my Hiawatha.
He was standing near his wigwam,
On the margin of the water,
And he called to old Nokomis,
Called and beckoned to Nokomis,
Pointed to the sturgeon, Nahma,
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