| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: had brought it. So he went on complacently:
"Do you know, boy, you have it in you to be a great sculptor, a
great man?do you understand?" (talking down to the capacity of
his hearer: it is a way people have with children, and men like
Wolfe,)--"to live a better, stronger life than I, or Mr. Kirby
here? A man may make himself anything he chooses. God has
given you stronger powers than many men,--me, for instance."
May stopped, heated, glowing with his own magnanimity. And it
was magnanimous. The puddler had drunk in every word, looking
through the Doctor's flurry, and generous heat, and self-
approval, into his will, with those slow, absorbing eyes of his.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: nationally known institution. All this might have turned another
woman's head. It only served to set Emma McChesney's more
splendidly on her shoulders. Not too splendidly, however; for,
with her marriage to her handsome business partner, T. A. Buck,
that well-set, independent head was found to fit very cozily into
the comfortable hollow formed by T. A. Buck's right arm.
"Emma," Buck had said, just before their marriage, "what is
the arrangement to be after--after----"
"Just what it is now, I suppose," Emma had replied, "except
that we'll come down to the office together."
He had regarded her thoughtfully for a long minute. Then,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: he conceived that he followed ideals so fine that the world
was not yet ready to accept them. During one mood he
cursed his folly; possessed by the other, he bore himself
with a serene grandeur akin to greatness: in neither did
he attain the perspective.
Generations before, the name had been "Larsen."
His race had bequeathed him its fine-strung, melancholy
temperament, its saving balance of thrift and industry.
From his point of perspective he saw himself an outcast
from society, forever to be a shady skulker along the
ragged edge of respectability; a denizen des trois-quartz
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