| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: new, and she was old--they all forsook her and followed me. They
worshipped me. It was to my door that the flowers came; it was I had
twenty horses offered me when I could only ride one; it was for me they
waited at street corners; it was what I said and did that they talked of.
Partly I liked it. I had lived alone all my life; no one ever had told me
I was beautiful and a woman. I believed them. I did not know it was
simply a fashion, which one man had set and the rest followed
unreasoningly. I liked them to ask me to marry them, and to say, No. I
despised them. The mother heart had not swelled in me yet; I did not know
all men were my children, as the large woman knows when her heart is grown.
I was too small to be tender. I liked my power. I was like a child with a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: read up on it before I tackle the job."
"I don't see that it's my fault," she began. "I couldn't help it
because he kissed me. I never dreamed he would attempt it."
"We didn't fight for that reason. But there isn't time to explain.
If you'll get dressings and bandages ready I'll look up 'gun-shot
wounds' and see what's to be done."
"Is he bleeding seriously?" she asked.
"No; the bullet seems to have missed the important arteries. But
that would have been a pickle."
"Then there's no need to bother about reading up," Joan said. "And
I'm just dying to hear what it was all about. The Apostle is lying
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Ruling Passion by Henry van Dyke: except to say that she played the fife.
She felt the contest just as her father did, not as deeply, perhaps,
but in the same spirit. She went into the fight with darkness like
a little soldier. And she played the fife.
When she came up from the kitchen with the smoking pail of tea, she
rapped on the door and called out to know whether the Windigo was at
home to-night.
She ran in and out of the place like a squirrel. She looked up at
the light and laughed. Then she ran in and reported. "He winks,"
she said, "old one-eye winks beautifully. Keep him going. My turn
now!"
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