| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: particularly alluded as having passed at the Netherfield ball, and
as confirming all his first disapprobation, could not have made a
stronger impression on his mind than on hers.
The compliment to herself and her sister was not unfelt. It
soothed, but it could not console her for the contempt which had
thus been self-attracted by the rest of her family; and as she
considered that Jane's disappointment had in fact been the work
of her nearest relations, and reflected how materially the credit
of both must be hurt by such impropriety of conduct, she felt
depressed beyond anything she had ever known before.
After wandering along the lane for two hours, giving way to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: like a net of flames, thrown over the sombre immensity of walls,
closed round him, with its artificial brilliance overhung by an
emphatic blackness, its unnatural animation of a restless,
overdriven humanity. His thoughts which somehow were inclined to
pity every passing figure, every single person glimpsed under a
street lamp, fixed themselves at last upon a figure which certainly
could not have been seen under the lamps on that particular night.
A figure unknown to him. A figure shut up within high unscaleable
walls of stone or bricks till next morning . . . The figure of Flora
de Barral's father. De Barral the financier--the convict.
There is something in that word with its suggestions of guilt and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: She had not appeared to notice McTeague's embarrassment.
The difficulty had been tided over somehow. Once more
McTeague felt himself saved.
"To der beach!" shouted Mr. Sieppe. They had checked their
baskets at the peanut stand. The whole party trooped down
to the seashore. The greyhound was turned loose. The
children raced on ahead.
From one of the larger parcels Mrs. Sieppe had drawn forth a
small tin steamboat--August's birthday present--a gaudy
little toy which could be steamed up and navigated by means
of an alcohol lamp. Her trial trip was to be made this
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