| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: sometimes, and again silent and almost brooding. She thought at
those times that perhaps he was tired, what with David's work and
his own, and sometimes she wondered if he were still worrying about
that silly story. But once or twice, after he had gone, she went
upstairs and looked carefully into her mirror. Perhaps she had not
looked her best that day. Girl-like, she set great value on looks
in love. She wanted frightfully to be beautiful to him. She wished
she could look like Beverly Carlysle, for instance.
Two days before David and Lucy's departure he had brought her her
engagement ring, a square-cut diamond set in platinum. He kissed
it first and then her finger, and slipped it into place. It became
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from U. S. Project Trinity Report by Carl Maag and Steve Rohrer: left the shelters after the initial flash to view the fireball. As a
precautionary measure, they had been advised to lie on the ground
before the blast wave arrived. Project personnel located beyond the
shelters, such as at the Base Camp and on Compania Hill, were also
instructed to lie on the ground or in a depression until the blast
wave had passed (1). However, the blast wave at these locations was
not as strong as had been expected.
In order to prevent eye damage, Dr. Bainbridge ordered the
distribution of welder's filter glass. Because it was not known
exactly how the flash might affect eyesight, it was suggested that
direct viewing of the fireball not be attempted even with this
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: That I was to be caught and almost finished in the closing was
happily unknown to us all.
It was late when I got up. I lay in my bed, looking around the
four walls of the room, and trying to imagine behind what one of
them a secret chamber might lie. Certainly, in daylight,
Sunnyside deserved its name: never was a house more cheery and
open, less sinister in general appearance. There was not a
corner apparently that was not open and above-board, and
yet, somewhere behind its handsomely papered walls I believed
firmly that there lay a hidden room, with all the possibilities
it would involve.
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