| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: even in the presence of the Earl, exchanged a few words with
them, and Lord Mackworth neither forbade it nor seemed to notice
it.
Towards the Lady Anne he felt the steady friendly regard of a lad
for a girl older than himself; towards the Lady Alice, now
budding into ripe young womanhood, there lay deep in his heart
the resolve to be some day her true knight in earnest as he had
been her knight in pretence in that time of boyhood when he had
so perilously climbed into the privy garden.
In body and form he was now a man, and in thought and heart was
quickly ripening to manhood, for, as was said before, men matured
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: he shook his head at each name - hadn't ever heard of them, you see
- "and Neptune - and Uranus - and Jupiter - "
"Hold on!" says he - "hold on a minute! Jupiter . . . Jupiter . .
. Seems to me we had a man from there eight or nine hundred years
ago - but people from that system very seldom enter by this gate."
All of a sudden he begun to look me so straight in the eye that I
thought he was going to bore through me. Then he says, very
deliberate, "Did you come STRAIGHT HERE from your system?"
"Yes, sir," I says - but I blushed the least little bit in the
world when I said it.
He looked at me very stern, and says -
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: pressed hers; how half-spoken words, day and night, died upon his
lips, because they could not reach the twin-ear. She knew not how
it came, but her own nature took upon itself the same habit. She
felt that she received a less measure of love than she gave--not
from Jonathan, in whose whole, warm, transparent heart no other
woman had ever looked, but something of her own passed beyond him
and never returned. To both their life was like one of those
conjurer's cups, seemingly filled with red wine, which is held from
the lips by the false crystal hollow.
Neither spoke of this: neither dared to speak. The years dragged
out their slow length, with rare and brief messages from David.
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