| 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: man in this New Age of yours will be first of all in the work
he does for the world. And you will leave your work to be
just a lover. And the work that I might do because of my
father's wealth; all that would vanish too. We should leave
all of that, all of our usefulness, all that much of
ourselves. But what has made me love you? Just your breadth
of vision, just the sense that you mattered. What has made
you love me? Just that I have understood the dream of your
work. All that we should have to leave behind. We should
specialize, in our own scandal. We should run away just for
one thing. To think, by sharing the oldest, simplest, dearest
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: burned-out bearings, his brain in insane chaos. As he applied a
match to the lantern he thought of his wife again, and his face
regained its scowl.
Only when he had his great heavy team in the yard, his lantern
hanging from his arm, the reins in his hands, and was pulling
back with all his strength as he followed the horses--only then
did he permit himself to think about the tragedy that had
befallen.
"He's dead--killed," he groaned. "It had to come. Shot-firers
don't last long. Whoa, there, Lottie; not so fast, Jet, whoa!"
His protesting team in control again, he trudged heavily behind.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: A FEW pages back, I wrote that a man belonged, in these days,
to a variety of countries; but the old land is still the true
love, the others are but pleasant infidelities. Scotland is
indefinable; it has no unity except upon the map. Two
languages, many dialects, innumerable forms of piety, and
countless local patriotisms and prejudices, part us among
ourselves more widely than the extreme east and west of that
great continent of America. When I am at home, I feel a man
from Glasgow to be something like a rival, a man from Barra
to be more than half a foreigner. Yet let us meet in some
far country, and, whether we hail from the braes of Manor or
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