| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary
caliber worthy of my devotion."
"Now it is you who are telling lies and seeking to deceive me,
Mademoiselle; or else you have never been in love, and know nothing
about it. Why," went on Edna, clasping her knees and looking up
into Mademoiselle's twisted face, "do you suppose a woman knows why
she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself: `Go to! Here
is a distinguished statesman with presidential possibilities; I
shall proceed to fall in love with him.' Or, `I shall set my heart
upon this musician, whose fame is on every tongue?' Or, `This
financier, who controls the world's money markets?'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: William."
The wind served us all the way home, and did not fall or let
the sail slacken until we were close to the shore. We had a
generous freight of lobsters in the boat, and new potatoes which
William had put aboard, and what Mrs. Todd proudly called a full
"kag" of prime number one salted mackerel; and when we landed we
had to make business arrangements to have these conveyed to her
house in a wheelbarrow.
I never shall forget the day at Green Island. The town of
Dunnet Landing seemed large and noisy and oppressive as we came
ashore. Such is the power of contrast; for the village was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: gave him the advantage, and he could not help perceiving that it was
moral. He yearned unaffectedly to see morality (in his person)
triumphant before the world. As to her she would be forgotten. Let her
be forgotten--buried in oblivion--lost! No one would allude . . .
Refined people--and every man and woman he knew could be so
described--had, of course, a horror of such topics. Had they? Oh, yes.
No one would allude to her . . . in his hearing. He stamped his foot,
tore the letter across, then again and again. The thought of
sympathizing friends excited in him a fury of mistrust. He flung down
the small bits of paper. They settled, fluttering at his feet, and
looked very white on the dark carpet, like a scattered handful of
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