| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: "I'll get a beau," she said, "who'll take me driving and
around. And Saturdays and Sundays I can come to town."
The first time Ben Westerveld saw her she was coming down the
road toward him in her tight-fitting black alpaca dress. The
sunset was behind her. Her hair was very golden. In a day of
tiny waists hers could have been spanned by Ben Westerveld's two
hands. He discovered that later. Just now he thought he had
never seen anything so fairylike and dainty, though he did not
put it that way. Ben was not glib of thought or speech.
He knew at once this was the new schoolteacher. He had heard of
her coming, though at the time the conversation had interested
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James: "No, the other person. I'm quite sure he must have told her."
"For all the good it will do her - or do ME! A woman will never
find out."
"No, but she'll talk all over the place: she'll do just what you
don't want."
Vereker thought a moment, but wasn't so disconcerted as I had
feared: he felt that if the harm was done it only served him
right. "It doesn't matter - don't worry."
"I'll do my best, I promise you, that your talk with me shall go no
further."
"Very good; do what you can."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: hands open, upon the heap of coins, and began thrusting
handfuls in his pocket. A horse rose close upon him, and in
another moment, half rising, he had been borne down under
the horse's hoofs.
"Stop!" screamed my brother, and pushing a woman out
of his way, tried to clutch the bit of the horse.
Before he could get to it, he heard a scream under the
wheels, and saw through the dust the rim passing over the
poor wretch's back. The driver of the cart slashed his whip
at my brother, who ran round behind the cart. The multi-
tudinous shouting confused his ears. The man was writhing
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