| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: to the reminder in the little red book. It was a fortunate thing
that Willie interrupted the lesson at this point, for Mandy's
temper was becoming very uncertain. The children had grown weary
waiting for Polly, and Willie had been sent to fetch her. Polly
offered to help Mandy with the decorations, but Willie won the
day, and she was running away hand in hand with him when Douglas
came out of the house.
"Wait a minute!" he called. "My, how fine you look!" He turned
Polly about and surveyed the new gown admiringly.
"He did see it! He did see it!" cried Polly, gleefully.
"Of course I did. I always notice everything, don't I, Mandy?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Kreutzer Sonata by Leo Tolstoy: the lady), the haphazard sin of certain raskolniks. The old
foundation is shattered; we must build a new one, but we must not
preach debauchery."
He grew so warm that all became silent, looking at him in
astonishment.
"And yet the transition state is terrible. People feel that
haphazard sin is inadmissible. It is necessary in some way or
other to regulate the sexual relations; but there exists no other
foundation than the old one, in which nobody longer believes?
People marry in the old fashion, without believing in what they
do, and the result is falsehood, violence. When it is falsehood
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: "Have you got enough stamps?" came from Constantia.
"Oh, how can I tell?" said Josephine crossly. "What's the good of asking
me that now?"
"I was just wondering," said Constantia mildly.
Silence again. There came a little rustle, a scurry, a hop.
"A mouse," said Constantia.
"It can't be a mouse because there aren't any crumbs," said Josephine.
"But it doesn't know there aren't," said Constantia.
A spasm of pity squeezed her heart. Poor little thing! She wished she'd
left a tiny piece of biscuit on the dressing-table. It was awful to think
of it not finding anything. What would it do?
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