| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: Englishman. An' the boys, they was starin' with their
eyes, an' their mouths, and forgettin' t' smoke, an' lettin'
their pipes an' cigars go dead in their hands, while he
talked. Talk! Sa-a-ay, girl, that guy, he could talk the
leads right out of a ruled, locked form. I didn't catch his
name. Tall, thin, unearthly lookin' chap, with the whitest
teeth you ever saw, an' eyes--well, his eyes was somethin'
like a lighted pipe with a little fine ash over the red,
just waitin' for a sudden pull t' make it glow."
"Peter!" I moaned, and buried my face in my hands.
Von Gerhard put a quick hand on my arm. But I shook it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: then the lady knew (as she always had said she had known), past all
doubting, that Bessie Bell had really found what she most wished
for.
But we do not know how long it was before Bessie Bell really
understood that the Wisest Woman in the world, who knew what little
girls had almost forgotten how to remember, was her own Mother.
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When all the people on the high, cool mountains heard about all that
the lady knew, and all that Sister Theckla told, and all that Bessie
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: "Minutes are counting now."
"Oh, I'll come," she said, with a laugh, overhearing him, and holding
still to Lin.
The rest of the old friends nudged each other. "Back seats for us," they
said. "But we've had our turn in front ones." Then, thinking they would
be useful in encouraging her to walk, they clustered again, rendering
Barker and McLean once more well-nigh helpless. Clumsily the escort made
its slow way across the quadrangle, cautioning itself about stones and
holes. Thus, presently, she was brought into the room. The escort set her
down, crowding the little place as thick as it would hold; the rest
gathered thick at the door, and all of them had no thought of departing.
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