| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: "Oh, let's fetch 'em!" cried Bruno, giving a little skip into the air.
"Here! Catch hold of my hand, and I'll help oo along. The grass is
rather thick down that way."
I couldn't help laughing at his having so entirely forgotten what a big
creature he was talking to. "No, not yet, Bruno," I said: "we must
consider what's the right thing to do first. You see we've got quite a
business before us."
"Yes, let's consider," said Bruno, putting his thumb into his mouth again,
and sitting down upon a dead mouse.
"What do you keep that mouse for?" I said. "You should either bury it,
or else throw it into the brook."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: Grandma Luty's visit was all a joy to Tattine, and so when, just at daylight
one morning, the setter puppies in their kennel at the back of the house
commenced a prodigious barking, Tattine's first thought was for Grandma.
"It's a perfect shame to have them wake her up," she said to herself, "and I
know a way to stop them," so, quiet as a mouse, she stole out of bed, slipped
into her bed-slippers and her nurse's wrapper, that was lying across a chair,
and then just as noiselessly stole downstairs, and unlocking the door leading
to the back porch, hurried to open the gate of the kennel, for simply to let
the puppies run she knew would stop their barking. Tattine was right about
that, but just as she swung the gate open, a happy thought struck those four
little puppies' minds, and as she started to run back to the house, all four
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: This wine I take to be Calcavella. Well, honest Murdoch, I take
it on me to say, thou deservest to be upper-warden, since thou
showest thyself twenty times better acquainted with the way of
victualling honest gentlemen that are under misfortune, than thy
principal. Bread and water? out upon him! It was enough,
Murdoch, to destroy the credit of the Marquis's dungeon. But I
see you would converse with my friend, Ranald MacEagh here. Never
mind my presence; I'll get me into this corner with the basket,
and I will warrant my jaws make noise enough to prevent my ears
from hearing you."
Notwithstanding this promise, however, the veteran listened with
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