| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James: moment dying there rolled over me a wave of anguish - a poignant
sense of how inconsistently I still depended on him. A delicacy
that it was my one compensation to suffer to rule me had left the
Alps and the Apennines between us, but the sense of the waning
occasion suggested that I might in my despair at last have gone to
him. Of course I should really have done nothing of the sort. I
remained five minutes, while my companions talked of the new book,
and when Drayton Deane appealed to me for my opinion of it I made
answer, getting up, that I detested Hugh Vereker and simply
couldn't read him. I departed with the moral certainty that as the
door closed behind me Deane would brand me for awfully superficial.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: Every careful reader has noticed the confusedness of
Paul's mind and arguments. Even taking only those
Epistles (Galatians, Romans and Corinthians) which the
critics assign to his pen, the thing is observable--and some
learned Germans even speak of TWO Pauls.[1] But also the
thing is quite natural. There can be little doubt that
Paul of Tarsus, a Jew brought up in the strictest sect of
the Pharisees, did at some time fall deeply under the influence
of Greek thought, and quite possibly became an initiate
in the Mysteries. It would be difficult otherwise to account
for his constant use of the Mystery-language. Reitzenstein
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: Barely had Alfred drawn his coat on his shoulders, when he was
startled by a quick little flutter of the brush on his sleeve.
He turned in surprise and beheld Zoie, who looked up at him as
penitent and irresistible as a newly-punished child.
"Oh," snarled Alfred, and he glared at her as though he would
enjoy strangling her on the spot.
"Alfred," pouted Zoie, and he knew she was going to add her
customary appeal of "Let's make up." But Alfred was in no mood
for nonsense. He thrust his hands in his pockets and made
straight for the outer doorway.
Smiling to herself as she saw him leaving without his hat, Zoie
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