| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: "Yes, I met her coming out of her room and she said she was charmed with
the idea. Like all of us, she has never been to Schlingen. She is
downstairs now, talking to Herr Erchardt. I think we shall have a
delightful afternoon."
"Is Fritzi waiting too?" asked Elsa.
"Of course he is, dear child--as impatient as a hungry man listening for
the dinner bell. Run along!"
Elsa ran, and Frau Kellermann smiled at me significantly. In the past she
and I had seldom spoken to each other, owing to the fact that her "one
remaining joy"--her charming little Karl--had never succeeded in kindling
into flame those sparks of maternity which are supposed to glow in great
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell: pigs had been at work upon them for the past three weeks. The building of
the windmill, with various other improvements, was expected to take two
years.
That evening Squealer explained privately to the other animals that
Napoleon had never in reality been opposed to the windmill. On the
contrary, it was he who had advocated it in the beginning, and the plan
which Snowball had drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually
been stolen from among Napoleon's papers. The windmill was, in fact,
Napoleon's own creation. Why, then, asked somebody, had he spoken so
strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. That, he said, was
Comrade Napoleon's cunning. He had SEEMED to oppose the windmill, simply
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: stood motionless while it rattled away. It was a short vague
street, much farther off than he had expected, and fading away
at the farther end in a dusky blur of hoardings overhung by
trees. A thin rain was beginning to fall, and it was already
night in this inadequately lit suburban quarter. Lansing walked
down the empty street. The houses stood a few yards apart, with
bare-twigged shrubs between, and gates and railings dividing
them from the pavement. He could not, at first, distinguish
their numbers; but presently, coming abreast of a street-lamp,
he discovered that the small shabby facade it illuminated was
precisely the one he sought. The discovery surprised him. He
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