| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: tired, and put his chin upon his hands. The business before his
eyes continued: the beach babbled with voices, and the fires sprang
up and sank, and the shells vanished and were renewed again even
while he looked.
"It was a by-day when I was here before," he thought, "for it was
nothing to this."
And his head was dizzy with the thought of these millions and
millions of dollars, and all these hundreds and hundreds of persons
culling them upon the beach and flying in the air higher and
swifter than eagles.
"And to think how they have fooled me with their talk of mints,"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: life...surely...surely. When I went down the second time, I came
across the door of what I thought at first was the linen-closet.
But it turned out to be a little stateroom. I opened it. There
was the girl. She was sitting on the sofa opposite the door, with
a little hat on her head, and holding a satchel in her lap, just
as if she was ready to go ashore. Her eyes were wide open, and
she was looking right at me and smiling. It didn't seem terrible
or ghastly in the least. She seemed very sweet. When I opened
the door it set the water in motion, and she got up and dropped
the satchel, and came toward me smiling and holding out her arms.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: bloom. For the moment he, too, believed again, desired again, he
knew not what, but something.
But it was not in these exalted moments that Caroline had
learned to fear him most. It was in the quiet, tired reserve,
the dullness, even, that kept him company between these outbursts
that she found that exhausting drain upon her sympathies which
was the very pith and substance of their alliance. It was the
tacit admission of disappointment under all this glamour
of success--the helplessness of the enchanter to at all enchant
himself--that awoke in her an illogical, womanish desire to in
some way compensate, to make it up to him.
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