| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane: pected them to be liars.
He did not pass such thoughts without severe
condemnation of himself. He dinned reproaches
at times. He was convicted by himself of many
shameful crimes against the gods of traditions.
In his great anxiety his heart was continually
clamoring at what he considered the intolerable
slowness of the generals. They seemed content
to perch tranquilly on the river bank, and leave
him bowed down by the weight of a great prob-
lem. He wanted it settled forthwith. He could
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: Monsieur and Mademoiselle Guizot. He has the finest head in the
world, but his person is short and insignificant.
On Wednesday we dined at Lady Chantrey's to meet a charming party.
Afterward we went to a magnificent ball at the Duke of Devonshire's,
with all the great world. On Friday we went to Faraday's lecture at
the Royal Institution. We went in with the Duke and Duchess of
Northumberland, and I sat by her during the lecture. On Saturday
was the Queen's Birthday Drawing-Room. . . . Mr. Bancroft dined at
Lord Palmerston's with all the diplomats, and I went in the evening
with a small party of ladies. On coming home we drove round to see
the brilliant birthday illuminations. The first piece of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: "Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a
sunbeam.
"Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low
voice.
"He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.
"For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little
Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow,
and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery
of Love.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the
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