| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: changing colors. After this inspection, Panawe let the object -
whatever it was - fall to the ground, and took no more interest in
it.
"May I look?" asked Maskull; and, without waiting for permission, he
picked it up. It was a delicately beautiful egg - shaped crystal of
pale green.
"Where did this come from?" he asked queerly.
Panawe turned away, but Joiwind answered for him. "It came out of my
husband."
"That's what I thought, but I couldn't believe it. But what is it?"
"I don't know that it has either name or use. It is merely an
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: Mrs. Wilson entered with a tray. "She'll give you a letter of
introduction, won't you Myrtle?"
"Do what?" she asked, startled.
"You'll give McKee a letter of introduction to your husband, so he can
do some studies of him." His lips moved silently for a moment as he
invented. "GEORGE B. WILSON AT THE GASOLINE PUMP, or something like
that."
Catherine leaned close to me and whispered in my ear: "Neither of them
can stand the person they're married to."
"Can't they?"
"Can't STAND them." She looked at Myrtle and then at Tom. "What I say is,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: away. My call was not like her call. Mine was not urged on me with
passionate vehemence or tender gentleness made all the finer and
more compelling by the allurements of generosity which is a virtue
as mysterious as any other but having a glamour of its own. No, it
was just a prosaic offer of employment on rather good terms which,
with a sudden sense of having wasted my time on shore long enough, I
accepted without misgivings. And once started out of my indolence I
went, as my habit was, very, very far away and for a long, long
time. Which is another proof of my indolence. How far Flora went I
can't say. But I will tell you my idea: my idea is that she went
as far as she was able--as far as she could bear it--as far as she
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