| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: against Amanda at her dinner-party sat Sir Sidney Umber, one of
those men who know that their judgments are quoted.
"Who is the beautiful young woman who is seeing visions?" he asked
of his neighbour in confidential undertones. . . .
He tittered. "I think, you know, she ought to seem just SLIGHTLY
aware that the man to her left is talking to her. . . ."
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A few days later Benham went down to Cambridge, where Prothero was
now a fellow of Trinity and Brissenden Trust Lecturer. . . .
All through Benham's writing there was manifest a persuasion that in
some way Prothero was necessary to his mind. It was as if he looked
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: were called into use, when Dorothy and all others about
her stood in awe of their lovely girl Ruler and
realized her superiority.
Ozma waited. Presently out from the billows rose
beautiful forms, clothed in fleecy, trailing garments
of gray that could scarcely be distinguished from the
mist. Their hair was mist-color, too; only their
gleaming arms and sweet, pallid faces proved they were
living, intelligent creatures answering the call of a
sister fairy.
Like sea nymphs they rested on the bosom of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: trailing the fly across its waters. Before the late fishermen are
ready to come in at midnight, the early fishermen may be seen
creeping down to the shore with lanterns in order to begin before
cock-crow. The number of fish taken is not large,--perhaps five or
six for the whole company on an average day,--but the size is
sometimes enormous,--nothing under three pounds is counted,--and
they pervade thought and conversation at the Upper Dam to the
exclusion of every other subject. There is no driving, no dancing,
no golf, no tennis. There is nothing to do but fish or die.
At first, Cornelia thought she would choose the latter alternative.
But a remark of that skilful and morose old angler, McTurk, which
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