| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: more than once."
"Oh!" said Trana, who was a lumpish girl and not much given to talking; but
presently she added, "Aunt, why does the Englishman always knock against a
person when he passes them?"
"That's because you are always in the way," said Tant Sannie.
"But, aunt, said Trana, presently, "I think he is very ugly."
"Phugh!" said Tant Sannie. It's only because we're not accustomed to such
noses in this country. In his country he says all the people have such
noses, and the redder your nose is the higher you are. He's of the family
of the Queen Victoria, you know," said Tant Sannie, wakening up with her
subject; "and he doesn't think anything of governors and church elders and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hiero by Xenophon: are some pleasures, further, if I may trust my own sensations, which
are conveyed in sleep, though how and by what means and when
precisely, are matters as to which I am still more conscious of my
ignorance. Nor is it to be wondered at perhaps, if the perceptions of
waking life in some way strike more clearly on our senses than do
those of sleep.[11]
[7] Or, "if I may trust my powers of observation I would say that
common men are capable of pains and pleasures conveyed through
certain avenues of sense, as sight through our eyes, sounds
through our ears, smells through our noses, and meats and drinks
through our mouths."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: of soul-probing scrutiny. "I guess Mr. Ramy lugs you round that
Square too often. You'll walk your legs off if you ain't careful.
Men don't never consider--they're all alike. Why, I had a cousin
once that was engaged to a book-agent--"
"Maybe we'd better put away the work for to-night, Miss
Mellins," Ann Eliza interposed. "I guess what Evelina wants is a
good night's rest."
"That's so," assented the dress-maker. "Have you got the back
breadths run together, Miss Bunner? Here's the sleeves. I'll pin
'em together." She drew a cluster of pins from her mouth, in which
she seemed to secrete them as squirrels stow away nuts. "There,"
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