| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: horse, "Wait for me, Boy," and stepped in, and stopped dead in his
tracks - gazing at the child. She forgot orders, and was on the
floor in a moment, saying:
"Oh, you are so beautiful! Do you like me?"
"No, I don't, I love you!" and he gathered her up with a hug, and
then set her on his shoulder - apparently nine feet from the floor.
She was at home. She played with his long hair, and admired his
big hands and his clothes and his carbine, and asked question after
question, as fast as he could answer, until I excused them both for
half an hour, in order to have a chance to finish my work. Then I
heard Cathy exclaiming over Soldier Boy; and he was worthy of her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: "No, I am not well. Yes, I am SEEK."
"Ask monsieur to sit down," said Mademoiselle Nioche.
"Garcon, bring a chair."
"Will you do us the honor to SEAT?" said M. Nioche, timorously, and with
a double foreignness of accent.
Newman said to himself that he had better see the thing out and he took
a chair at the end of the table, with Mademoiselle Nioche on his
left and her father on the other side. "You will take something,
of course," said Miss Noemie, who was sipping a glass of madeira.
Newman said that he believed not, and then she turned to her papa
with a smile. "What an honor, eh? he has come only for us."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: happy when they first met she never would have looked at him--but they had
been like two patients in the same hospital ward--each finding comfort in
the sickness of the other--sweet foundation for a love episode! Misfortune
had knocked their heads together: they had looked at each other, stunned
with the conflict and sympathised..."I wish I could step outside the whole
affair and just judge it--then I'd find a way out. I certainly was in love
with Casimir...Oh, be sincere for once." She flopped down on the bed and
hid her face in the pillow. "I was not in love. I wanted somebody to look
after me--and keep me until my work began to sell--and he kept bothers with
other men away. And what would have happened if he hadn't come along? I
would have spent my wretched little pittance, and then--Yes, that was what
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