| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: saw that it was Robin Hood.
"Why, how now, Robin!" cried she, "dost thou dare to come
into the very jaws of the raging lion? Alas, poor fellow!
Thou art lost indeed if the King finds thee here.
Dost thou not know that he is seeking thee through all the land?"
"Yea," quoth Robin, "I do know right well that the King seeks me,
and therefore I have come; for, surely, no ill can befall me
when he hath pledged his royal word to Your Majesty for my safety.
Moreover, I know Your Majesty's kindness and gentleness of heart,
and so I lay my life freely in your gracious hands."
"I take thy meaning, Robin Hood," said the Queen, "and that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: flatteries and the admiration that women always relish eagerly. He
understood her, understood all, and he had given her, as if it were
the most natural thing in the world, the opportunity of rising higher
through her fall. She looked at the clock.
"Ah! madame, do not punish me for my heedlessness. If you grant me but
one evening, vouchsafe not to shorten it."
She smiled at the pretty speech.
"Well, as we must never meet again," she said, "what signifies a
moment more or less? If you were to care for me, it would be a pity."
"It is too late now," he said.
"Do not tell me that," she answered gravely. "Under any other
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: state she aspired to, that the differences came out with special
poignancy, her grace cheapening the other women's smartness as
her finely-discriminated silences made their chatter dull. The
strain of the last hours had restored to her face the deeper
eloquence which Selden had lately missed in it, and the bravery
of her words to him still fluttered in her voice and eyes. Yes,
she was matchless--it was the one word for her; and he could give
his admiration the freer play because so little personal feeling
remained in it. His real detachment from her had taken place, not
at the lurid moment of disenchantment, but now, in the sober
after-light of discrimination, where he saw her definitely
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