| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: She had died during one of their brief visits to New York, and
there Lily at once became the centre of a family council composed
of the wealthy relatives whom she had been taught to despise for
living like pigs. It may be that they had an inkling of the
sentiments in which she had been brought up, for none of them
manifested a very lively desire for her company; indeed, the
question threatened to remain unsolved till Mrs. Peniston with a
sigh announced: "I'll try her for a year."
Every one was surprised, but one and all concealed their
surprise, lest Mrs. Peniston should be alarmed by it into
reconsidering her decision.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: together. "Really, it's a sin for you to wear clothes, my dear.
Somebody's got to tell you some day."
The water was quite warm. It was that marvellous transparent blue, flecked
with silver, but the sand at the bottom looked gold; when you kicked with
your toes there rose a little puff of gold-dust. Now the waves just
reached her breast. Beryl stood, her arms outstretched, gazing out, and as
each wave came she gave the slightest little jump, so that it seemed it was
the wave which lifted her so gently.
"I believe in pretty girls having a good time," said Mrs. Harry Kember.
"Why not? Don't you make a mistake, my dear. Enjoy yourself." And
suddenly she turned turtle, disappeared, and swam away quickly, quickly,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: on her well-dressed bosom.
"Without warning you? For what do you take me?" the young man
returned.
Mr. and Mrs. Moreen looked at each other; he could see that they
appreciated, as tending to their security, his superstition of
delicacy, and yet that there was a certain alarm in their relief.
"My dear fellow," Mr. Moreen demanded, "what use can you have,
leading the quiet life we all do, for such a lot of money?" - a
question to which Pemberton made no answer, occupied as he was in
noting that what passed in the mind of his patrons was something
like: "Oh then, if we've felt that the child, dear little angel,
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