| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: Come, this was no misspent Sunday. The absence of the
kettles told its own story: our Jews said nothing about
them; but, on the other hand, they said many kind and comely
things about the people they had met. The two women, in
particular, had been charmed out of themselves by the sight
of a young girl surrounded by her admirers; all evening, it
appeared, they had been triumphing together in the girl's
innocent successes, and to this natural and unselfish joy
they gave expression in language that was beautiful by its
simplicity and truth.
Take them for all in all, few people have done my heart more
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: At present our only true names are nicknames. I knew a boy who,
from his peculiar energy, was called "Buster" by his playmates,
and this rightly supplanted his Christian name. Some travelers
tell us that an Indian had no name given him at first, but earned
it, and his name was his fame; and among some tribes he acquired
a new name with every new exploit. It is pitiful when a man bears
a name for convenience merely, who has earned neither name nor
fame.
I will not allow mere names to make distinctions for me, but
still see men in herds for all them. A familiar name cannot make
a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: The little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes through
the smoke, and from time to time groaning faintly. People disappeared,
reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other,
searched for each other, found each other a few feet away. Some time
toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face
discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to
mention Daisy's name.
"Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!" shouted Mrs. Wilson. "I'll say it whenever I want
to! Daisy! Dai----"
Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his
open hand.
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