The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: or the pleasures of locomotion that they chiefly discoursed.
Their talk took a more closely personal turn. It was a year
since they had met, and there were many questions to ask and answer,
many arrears of gossip to make up. As they stretched themselves on
the grass on a sun-warmed hill-side, beneath a great German oak whose
arms were quiet in the blue summer air, there was a lively exchange
of impressions, opinions, speculations, anecdotes. Gordon Wright
was surely an excellent friend. He took an interest in you.
He asked no idle questions and made no vague professions;
but he entered into your situation, he examined it in detail,
and what he learned he never forgot. Months afterwards, he asked
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: "He then enquired why I had never thought of informing my family
of what had taken place, since they had not been instrumental to
my incarceration. I satisfactorily answered this by stating my
unwillingness to cause my father pain, or to bring upon myself
the humiliation of such an exposure. In the end, he promised to
go directly to the lieutenant-general of police if it were only,
said he, to be beforehand with M. G---- M----, who went off in
such a rage, and who had sufficient influence to make himself
formidable.
"I looked for the good Father's return with all the suspense of
a man expecting sentence of death. It was torture to me to think
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: the door. This time the old man asked him never a word, but
frowned as black as thunder.
"I know," said he, "what has happened to you. If I were wise I
should let you alone in your folly; but once more I will have
pity on you and will help you, only this time it shall be the
last." Once more he led the way to the stone room, where were the
iron candlestick and the magic carpet, and with him he took a
good stout cudgel. He stood the candlestick in the middle of the
room, and taking three candles from his pouch, thrust one into
each branch. Then he struck a light, and lit the first candle.
Instantly there appeared a little old man, clad in a long white
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