| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: go. He experienced something of the blank amazement of a
child who has burst its toy balloon. His golden globe of
satisfaction in an instant had gone. An irrational sense of
loss was flooding every other feeling about V.V. If she had
loved him truly and altogether could she have left him like
this? Neither of them surely had intended so complete a
separation. He wanted to go back and recall that train.
A few seconds more, he realized, and he would give way to
anger. Whatever happened that must not happen. He pulled
himself together. What was it he had to do now? He had not to
be angry, he had not even to be sorry. They had done the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce: SPOOKER, n. A writer whose imagination concerns itself with
supernatural phenomena, especially in the doings of spooks. One of
the most illustrious spookers of our time is Mr. William D. Howells,
who introduces a well-credentialed reader to as respectable and
mannerly a company of spooks as one could wish to meet. To the terror
that invests the chairman of a district school board, the Howells
ghost adds something of the mystery enveloping a farmer from another
township.
STORY, n. A narrative, commonly untrue. The truth of the stories
here following has, however, not been successfully impeached.
One evening Mr. Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: Square the extraordinary little person at the place from which he
so often wired. Yet the perception of her visitor's blankness
actually helped this extraordinary little person, the next instant,
to take refuge in a reflexion that could be as proud as it liked.
"How little she knows, how little she knows!" the girl cried to
herself; for what did that show after all but that Captain
Everard's telegraphic confidant was Captain Everard's charming
secret? Our young friend's perusal of her ladyship's telegram was
literally prolonged by a momentary daze: what swam between her and
the words, making her see them as through rippled shallow sunshot
water, was the great, the perpetual flood of "How much I know--how
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