| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: trunk with the brass tacks on it, and she went down to the very
bottom of it, unpacking as she went. For the old trunk was almost
entirely packed for the going away to-morrow. Then Sister Helen
Vincula took out, from almost the bottom of the trunk, the little
white night-gown that had ``Bessie Bell'' written on it with linen
thread.
And Sister Helen Vincula laid the little white night-gown across the
lady's lap.
Then the lady read the name written with the linen thread.
The lady said: ``I worked this name with my own hands.''
She drew Bessie Bell closer to her, and she said: ``Sister Helen
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: herself; and this many rich men do, loading themselves with corroding
cares, to keep what they have, probably, unconscionably got Let us,
therefore, be thankful for health and a competence; and above all, for a
quiet conscience.
Let me tell you, Scholar, that Diogenes walked on a day, with his
friend, to see a country fair; where he saw ribbons, and looking-glasses,
and nutcrackers, and fiddles, and hobby-horses, and many other
gimcracks; and, having observed them, and all the other finnimbruns
that make a complete country-fair, he said to his friend, " Lord, how
many things are there in this world of which Diogenes hath no need!"
And truly it is so, or might be so, with very many who vex and toil
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: laugh, in every movement. Hadn't she always adored Martin, even
as a tiny girl? Hadn't there always been some mystic bond between
them? How she had envied them then. But if Martin were to go to
her with only his love? From the depths of her observations of
people she took comfort. He might stir his lovely Rose of Sharon
to the uttermost, had he been free he might have won her for his
wife--but would it be possible for fifty-four to hold the
attention of twenty for long if he had nothing but his love to
offer?
Such thoughts were hurrying through her heated mind as Martin
slowly laid himself beside her. He said nothing, but lost himself
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