| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: back to bed, not caring to see what was going on.
Toward afternoon, however, feeling that she must know the worst,
she rose and dressed herself. It was a laborious task, for her
hands were stiffer than usual, and the hooks and buttons seemed
to evade her.
When she seated herself in the window, she saw that the workmen
had removed the upper part of the balcony, and that the bricks
had multiplied since morning. One of the men, a coarse fellow
with a bloated face, picked a magnolia blossom and, after
smelling it, threw it to the ground; the next man, carrying a
load of bricks, trod on the flower in passing.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: in the dark, after days and nights of disappointments and
sometimes of despair, in which I used now and then to tremble
and grow cold with the thought that perhaps there were others
seeking for what I sought, at last, after so long, a pang of
sudden joy thrilled my soul, and I knew the long journey was at
an end. By what seemed then and still seems a chance, the
suggestion of a moment's idle thought followed up upon familiar
lines and paths that I had tracked a hundred times already, the
great truth burst upon me, and I saw, mapped out in lines of
sight, a whole world, a sphere unknown; continents and islands,
and great oceans in which no ship has sailed (to my belief)
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: But such was the singular spirit of our young friend that she could
remind herself with a pang that when people had awfully good
manners--people of that class,--you couldn't tell. These manners
were for everybody, and it might be drearily unavailing for any
poor particular body to be overworked and unusual. What he did
take for granted was all sorts of facility; and his high
pleasantness, his relighting of cigarettes while he waited, his
unconscious bestowal of opportunities, of boons, of blessings, were
all a part of his splendid security, the instinct that told him
there was nothing such an existence as his could ever lose by. He
was somehow all at once very bright and very grave, very young and
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