| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: eyes became fixed, sank lower and lower with frightful rapidity, and
disappeared, throwing upward the green light which grew more and
more vivid every moment. As the light sank into the noisome depths,
there came a shriek which chilled Adam's blood--a prolonged agony of
pain and terror which seemed to have no end.
Adam Salton felt that he would never be able to free his mind from
the memory of those dreadful moments. The gloom which surrounded
that horrible charnel pit, which seemed to go down to the very
bowels of the earth, conveyed from far down the sights and sounds of
the nethermost hell. The ghastly fate of the African as he sank
down to his terrible doom, his black face growing grey with terror,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: also, "any pretty little tiny kickshaws"--no man, I say, who has
reached that age, but will feel it a practical comfort to him to
know that the young ladies of his family are at all events good
cooks; and understand, as the French do, thrift in the matter of
food.
Neither will any parent who wishes, naturally enough, that his
daughters should cost him as little as possible; and wishes,
naturally enough also, that they should be as well dressed as
possible, deny that it would be a good thing for them to be
practical milliners and mantua-makers; and, by making their own
clothes gracefully and well, exercise thrift in clothing.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: to him on the previous day by Prince Pyotr Oblonsky, a man of
sixty, who had just come back from abroad:
"We don't know the way to live here," said Pyotr Oblonsky. "I
spent the summer in Baden, and you wouldn't believe it, I felt
quite a young man. At a glimpse of a pretty woman, my thoughts .
. . One dines and drinks a glass of wine, and feels strong and
ready for anything. I came home to Russia--had to see my wife,
and, what's more, go to my country place; and there, you'd hardly
believe it, in a fortnight I'd got into a dressing-gown and given
up dressing for dinner. Needn't say I had no thoughts left for
pretty women. I became quite an old gentleman. There was nothing
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