| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: in my power to thank you for your Letter--. We left our dear home
on last Monday month; and proceeded on our tour through Wales,
which is a principality contiguous to England and gives the title
to the Prince of Wales. We travelled on horseback by preference.
My Mother rode upon our little poney and Fanny and I walked by
her side or rather ran, for my Mother is so fond of riding fast
that she galloped all the way. You may be sure that we were in a
fine perspiration when we came to our place of resting. Fanny has
taken a great many Drawings of the Country, which are very
beautiful, tho' perhaps not such exact resemblances as might be
wished, from their being taken as she ran along. It would
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: on earth than to hold her."
His friend laughed.
"It was but a beam playing on the water, or the shadow of your own head.
Tomorrow you will forget her," he said.
But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow the hunter walked alone. He
sought in the forest and in the woods, by the lakes and among the rushes,
but he could not find her. He shot no more wild fowl; what were they to
him?
"What ails him?" said his comrades.
"He is mad," said one.
"No; but he is worse," said another; "he would see that which none of us
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: you tell me how we ascertain solidity. By the touch, don't we? Then, if
there was nobody to touch an object, what then? Seems to me touch is
just as much of a sense as your nose is." (He meant no personality, but
the first boy choked a giggle as the speaker hotly followed up his
thought.)" Seems to me by his reasoning that in a desert island there'd
be nothing it all--smells or shapes--not even an island. Seems to me
that's what you call logic."
The tutor directed his smile at the open window. "Berkeley--" said he.
"By Jove!" said the other boy, not heeding him, "and here's another
point: if color is entirely in my brain, why don't that ink-bottle and
this shirt look alike to me? They ought to. And why don't a Martini
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