| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: bright, fiery eyes; these were the spirits of Anger. Others, with
sullen, anxious looks, seemed gathering up all they could reach, and
Annie saw that the more they gained, the less they seemed to have;
and these she knew were shapes of Selfishness. Spirits of Pride were
there, who folded their shadowy garments round them, and turned
scornfully away from all the rest. These and many others
little Annie saw, which had come from her own heart, and taken form
before her eyes.
When first she saw them, they were small and weak; but as she looked
they seemed to grow and gather strength, and each gained a
strange power over her. She could not drive them from her sight,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: cartonpierre."
"Carton-pierre?" Paul was struck, and gaped.
"Lincrusta-Walton!"
"Ah don't say such things - you make me bleed!" the younger man
protested. "I see you in a beautiful fortunate home, living in
comfort and honour."
"Do you call it honour?" - his host took him up with an intonation
that often comes back to him. "That's what I want YOU to go in
for. I mean the real thing. This is brummagem."
"Brummagem?" Paul ejaculated while his eyes wandered, by a movement
natural at the moment, over the luxurious room.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: discovering him, and the multiplied orders that had resulted
from their rivalry.
"Of course they're simply furious with each other-Mrs. Melrose
and Mrs. Gillow especially--because each one pretends to have
been the first to notice his 'Spring Snow-Storm,' and in reality
it wasn't either of them, but only poor Bill Haslett, an art-
critic we've known for years, who chanced on the picture, and
rushed off to tell a dealer who was looking for a new painter to
push." Grace suddenly raised her soft myopic eyes to Susy's
face. "But, do you know, the funny thing is that I believe Nat
is beginning to forget this, and to believe that it was Mrs.
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