| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: matters. He knew that whenever war was declared, he himself would
have to bear the brunt of the battle, and even the bravest man
hesitates before deliberately thrusting himself into a fight.
One morning Myles and Gascoyne and Wilkes sat under the shade of
two trees, between which was a board nailed to the trunks, making
a rude bench--always a favorite lounging-place for the lads in
idle moments. Myles was polishing his bascinet with lard and
wood-ashes, rubbing the metal with a piece of leather, and wiping
it clean with a fustian rag. The other two, who had just been
relieved from household duty, lay at length idly looking on.
Just then one of the smaller pages, a boy of twelve or thirteen,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo: themselves with costly habits. They wear all sorts of silks, and
particularly the fine velvets of Turkey.
They love bright and glaring colours, and dress themselves much in
the Turkish manner, except that their clothes are wider, and their
drawers cover their legs. Their robes are always full of gold and
silver embroidery. They are most exact about their hair, which is
long and twisted, and their care of it is such that they go bare-
headed whilst they are young for fear of spoiling it, but afterwards
wear red caps, and sometimes turbans after the Turkish fashion.
The ladies' dress is yet more magnificent and expensive; their robes
are as large as those of the religious, of the order of St. Bernard.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: attraction.
The man and the panther looked at one another with a look full of
meaning; the coquette quivered when she felt her friend stroke her
head; her eyes flashed like lightning--then she shut them tightly.
"She has a soul," he said, looking at the stillness of this queen of
the sands, golden like them, white like them, solitary and burning
like them.
"Well," she said, "I have read your plea in favor of beasts; but how
did two so well adapted to understand each other end?"
"Ah, well! you see, they ended as all great passions do end--by a
misunderstanding. For some reason ONE suspects the other of treason;
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