| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: here's what happened yesterday. I don't tell tales,
but you ought to know this, for I believe Tom Reed
has his eye on you, in spite of Imogen's being such
a beauty, and Susan's having manners like silk,
and Eliza's giving everybody the impression that
she is too good for this earth, and Jane's trying to
make everybody think she is a sweet martyr, with-
out a thought for mortal man, when that is only
her way of trying to catch one. You know Tom
Reed was here last evening?"
Annie nodded. Her face turned scarlet, then
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: him ambush the man and rob him, it merely represented the eleven
years' accumulation of such influences, and gave birth to the act
for which their long gestation had made preparation. It had
never entered the head of Henry to rob the man--his ingot had
been subjected to clean steam only; but George's had been
subjected to vaporized quicksilver.
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Note.--When Mrs. W. asks how can a millionaire give a single
dollar to colleges and museums while one human being is destitute
of bread, she has answered her question herself. Her feeling for
What is Man? |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: anything she had touched, his heart contracted painfully. It
happened seldom nowadays. Her little presents, one by one, had
disappeared from his rooms, and her letters, kept from some
unacknowledged puerile vanity in the possession of such treasures,
seldom came beneath his hand. . . .
"Her letters will be of special value--" Her letters! Why, he
must have hundreds of them--enough to fill a volume. Sometimes it
used to seem to him that they came with every post--he used to
avoid looking in his letter-box when he came home to his rooms--
but her writing seemed to spring out at him as he put his key in
the door--.
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