| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: . shouldn't be friends."
"Friends!" said her father. "When we see you going through
disobedience to the devil! Come, Molly, she must go her own way.
I've tried to use my authority. And she defies me. What more is
there to be said? She defies me!"
It was extraordinary. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of
tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been
able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should
bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her
father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in
the least sincere and appealing.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: Please tell him, mother!' He clenched his fists in vexation
and looked up at her impetuously.
She wound her forefinger in his yellow fleece and pulled it, watching him.
`Well, how old are you?'
`I'm twelve,' he panted, looking not at me but at her; `I'm twelve years old,
and I was born on Easter Day!'
She nodded to me. `It's true. He was an Easter baby.'
The children all looked at me, as if they expected me
to exhibit astonishment or delight at this information.
Clearly, they were proud of each other, and of being so many.
When they had all been introduced, Anna, the eldest daughter,
My Antonia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: case they might come to drink at the spring, visible from the base of
the rocks but lost further down, he resolved to guard himself from
their visits by placing a barrier at the entrance of his hermitage.
In spite of his diligence, and the strength which the fear of being
devoured asleep gave him, he was unable to cut the palm in pieces,
though he succeeded in cutting it down. At eventide the king of the
desert fell; the sound of its fall resounded far and wide, like a sigh
in the solitude; the soldier shuddered as though he had heard some
voice predicting woe.
But like an heir who does not long bewail a deceased relative, he tore
off from this beautiful tree the tall broad green leaves which are its
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