| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: "I'm so frightened; I don't know what to do. It's the first time
I've ever been to a party alone, especially in this country.
I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just
pushed me off by myself. I ain't used to going round alone."
"And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"
demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.
"Well, Daisy's all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of
the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she
always recorded the current incidents of her daughter's career.
"She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she's got a friend
of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: black dove settled in old times, and was changed into the
priestess of Zeus, and gave oracles to all nations round.
And he bade him cut down a bough, and sacrifice to Hera and
to Zeus; and they took the bough and came to Iolcos, and
nailed it to the beak-head of the ship.
And at last the ship was finished, and they tried to launch
her down the beach; but she was too heavy for them to move
her, and her keel sank deep into the sand. Then all the
heroes looked at each other blushing; but Jason spoke, and
said, 'Let us ask the magic bough; perhaps it can help us in
our need.'
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: two men jump backward from the bottom of the ladder into the murk
of the hold. They had been listening. Drawing his pistol, and
calling to the crew of the Jasper B. to follow him, Cleggett
plunged recklessly downward and into the darkness.
CHAPTER VII
FIRST BLOOD FOR CLEGGETT
As his feet struck the top of the rubbish heap in the hold of the
vessel, Cleggett stumbled and staggered forward. But he did not
let go of his revolver.
Perhaps he would not have fallen, but the Pomeranian, which had
leaped into the hold after him, yelping like a terrier at a rat
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