| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: person at that--served to remind them of their unsettled troubles
with the old. Things were at this pitch when Bert bethought
himself of creating a sort of debenture capital in the business
for the benefit of Tom. But, as I have said, Tom had no
enterprise in his composition. His idea of investment was the
stocking; he bribed his brother not to keep the offer open.
And then ill-luck made its last lunge at their crumbling business
and brought it to the ground.
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It is a poor heart that never rejoices, and Whitsuntide had an
air of coming as an agreeable break in the business complications
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: to the door that led into the cold outer room stretched the dark
stove surrounded by pots and hanging clouts. Everything,
including the absent Savely himself, was dirty, greasy, and
smutty to the last degree, so that it was strange to see a
woman's white neck and delicate skin in such surroundings.
Raissa ran up to the bed, stretched out her hands as though she
wanted to fling it all about, stamp it underfoot, and tear it to
shreds. But then, as though frightened by contact with the dirt,
she leapt back and began pacing up and down again.
When Savely returned two hours later, worn out and covered with
snow, she was undressed and in bed. Her eyes were closed, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: periodical returns, which took their place at last among the most
inveterate of his habits. What it all amounted to, oddly enough,
was that in his finally so simplified world this garden of death
gave him the few square feet of earth on which he could still most
live. It was as if, being nothing anywhere else for any one,
nothing even for himself, he were just everything here, and if not
for a crowd of witnesses or indeed for any witness but John
Marcher, then by clear right of the register that he could scan
like an open page. The open page was the tomb of his friend, and
there were the facts of the past, there the truth of his life,
there the backward reaches in which he could lose himself. He did
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