| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: from the kitchen: "You may put the punch-bowl and things on the table,
and clear away and go to bed. My Great-uncle Marston Chartain," he con-
tinued to me, "was of eccentric taste, and for the last twenty years of
his life never had anybody to dinner but the undertaker." He paused at
this point to mix the punch, and then resumed: "But for all that, he
appears to have been a lively old gentleman to the end, and left us his
version of a saying which is considered by some people an improvement on
the original, 'Cherchez la femme.' Uncle Marston had it, 'Hunt the other
woman.' Don't go too fast with that punch; it isn't as gentle as it
seems."
But John and his Uncle Marston had between them given me my beginning,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: he started suddenly. Horn noticed the movement; it was in the moment
when the physician raised up the sunken figure that had fallen half
over the desk.
"He was killed by a bullet," said Muller.
"Yes, that was it," replied the doctor. With the raising of the
body the dead man's waistcoat fell back into its usual position,
and they could see a little round hole in his shirt. The doctor
opened the shirt bosom and pointed to a little wound in the
Professor's left breast. There were scarcely three or four drops
of blood visible. The hemorrhage had been internal.
"He must have died at once, without suffering," said the physician.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: shoulder and he smiled up weakly, reassuringly into her face.
Scarlett felt Rhett's hard penetrating eyes upon her, knew that her
heart was plain upon her face, but she did not care. Ashley was
bleeding, perhaps dying and she who loved him had torn that hole
through his shoulder. She wanted to run to the bed, sink down
beside it and clasp him to her but her knees trembled so that she
could not enter the room. Hand at her mouth, she stared while
Melanie packed a fresh towel against his shoulder, pressing it hard
as though she could force back the blood into his body. But the
towel reddened as though by magic.
How could a man bleed so much and still live? But, thank God,
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