| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: condescendingly listens to the remarks of the young ladies. From
time to time he is moved to speak in bad French, and then, for
some reason or other, he thinks it necessary to address me as
_"Votre Excellence."_
And I am glum. Evidently I am a constraint to them and they are a
constraint to me. I have never in my earlier days had a close
knowledge of class antagonism, but now I am tormented by
something of that sort. I am on the lookout for nothing but bad
qualities in Gnekker; I quickly find them, and am fretted at the
thought that a man not of my circle is sitting here as my
daughter's suitor. His presence has a bad influence on me in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "I reckon this night was made for us, Curly Haid. Even good old
Arizona never turned out such a one before. I expect it was
ordered for us ever since it was decided we belonged to each
other. That may have been thousands of years ago." Bucky laughed,
to relieve the tension, and looked up at the milky way above.
"We're like those stars, honey. All our lives we have been
drifting around, but all the time it had been decided by the
God-of-things-as-they-are that our orbits were going to run
together and gravitate into the same one when the right time
came. It has come now."
"Yes, Bucky," she answered softly. "We belong, dear."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: He had sunk once more upon the ground, panting like a fish;
and I saw rising in his face the same dusky flush that had
mantled on my father's. 'I feel ill,' he gasped, 'horribly
ill; the swamp turns around me; the drone of these carrion
flies confounds me. Have you not wine?'
I gave him a glass, and he drank greedily. 'It is for you to
think,' said I, 'if you should further persevere. The swamp
has an ill name.' And at the word I ominously nodded.
'Give me the pick,' said he. 'Where are the jewels buried?'
I told him vaguely; and in the sweltering heat and closeness,
and dim twilight of the jungle, he began to wield the
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