| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: to Mademoiselle. It would n't have seemed to me discreet,--
I know what you are going to say--that it 's the first time
you ever heard of my wishing to avoid an indiscretion.
It 's a taste I have taken up lately,--for the same reason
you went to London, for a 'change.' " Here Blanche paused
for an appreciable moment; and then she added--"Well, I must say,
I have never seen anything so lovely as Mrs. Vivian's influence.
I hope mamma won't be disappointed in it this
time."
When Bernard next saw the other two ladies, he said to them that he was
surprised at the way in which clever women incurred moral responsibilities.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: Creek. Have Denver and Missou look after them."
"Sure, ma'am," he said aloud; and to himself: "She's ce'tainly a
thoroughbred. Does everything well she tackles. I never saw
anything like it. I'm a Chink if she doesn't run this ranch like
she had been at it forty years. Same thing with her gasoline
bronc. That pinto, too. He's got a bad eye for fair, but she
makes him eat out of her hand. I reckon the pinto is like the
rest of us--clean mashed." He put his arms on the corral fence
and grew introspective. "Blamed if I know what it is about her.
'Course she's a winner on looks, but that ain't it alone. I guess
it's on account of her being such a game little gentleman. When
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard thy sighs.
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down:
Wilt thou O Queen enter my house, tis given thee to enter,
And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.
IV.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
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