| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: this termagant career, would steal forth into open day, with the
most placid, demure face imaginable; as I have seen some pestilent
shrew of a housewife, after filling her home with uproar and ill-
humour, come dimpling out of doors, swimming and courtesying, and
smiling upon all the world.
"How smoothly would this vagrant brook glide, at such times, through
some bosom of green meadow-land among the mountains, where the quiet
was only interrupted by the occasional tinkling of a bell from the
lazy cattle among the clover, or the sound of a woodcutter's axe
from the neighbouring forest!
"For my part, I was always a bungler at all kinds of sport that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: out paths of pleasure and folly for himself alone,
which ended as do all paths of earthly pleasure and
folly. Harold had admired Viola, but from the same
point of view as Jane Carew's. Viola had, when she
looked her youngest and best, always seemed so
old as to be venerable to him. He had at times
compunctions, as if he were making a jest of his
grandmother. Viola never knew the truth about the
amethyst comb. He had considered that one of the
best frolics of his life. He had simply purloined it
and presented it to Viola, and merrily left matters
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: consolation had sprung from the certainty of which he was now
fully persuaded, and in order to banish the sombre picture which
often presented itself to him, he returned upon the happy
recollections of his liaison with Marguerite, and seemed resolved
to think of nothing else.
The body was too much weakened by the attack of fever, and even
by the process of its cure, to permit him any violent emotions,
and the universal joy of spring which wrapped him round carried
his thoughts instinctively to images of joy. He had always
obstinately refused to tell his family of the danger which he had
been in, and when he was well again his father did not even know
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