| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: present excited state of the town. His mother approved of his conduct,
and offered to help, but this frightened him. He tremblingly ventured
to say that if she would retire from the town he should feel better
and safer, and could hold his head higher--and was going on to make
an argument, but she interrupted and surprised him pleasantly by saying
she was ready; it didn't make any difference to her where she stayed,
so that she got her share of the pension regularly. She said she would
not go far, and would call at the haunted house once a month for her money.
Then she said:
"I don't hate you so much now, but I've hated you a many a year--
and anybody would. Didn't I change you off, en give you a good fambly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: her lips, for, as she pondered on Anna's love-affair, Darya
Alexandrovna constructed on parallel lines an almost identical
love-affair for herself, with an imaginary composite figure, the
ideal man who was in love with her. She, like Anna, confessed the
whole affair to her husband. And the amazement and perplexity of
Stepan Arkadyevitch at this avowal made her smile.
In such day-dreams she reached the turning of the highroad that
led to Vozdvizhenskoe.
Chapter 17
The coachman pulled up his four horses and looked round to the
right, to a field of rye, where some peasants were sitting on a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: he whispered. "The ennobling tests of war." A trooner rode up
alongside, and offered him a drink of water
"Just a mouthful," he said apologetically. "We've had to go
rather short."...
"There's another brain busy here with the same idea," the Angel
interrupted. And the bishop found himself looking into the
bedroom of a young German attache in Washington, sleepless in the
small hours.
"Ach!" cried the young man, and sat up in bed and ran his hands
through his fair hair.
He had been working late upon this detestable business of the
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