| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: Oh, save me! Save me!" I imagined that the monster seized me;
I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit.
Poor Clerval! What must have been his feelings? A meeting,
which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness.
But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not
recover my senses for a long, long time.
This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me
for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse.
I afterwards learned that, knowing my father's advanced age and
unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would
make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: from her companion's touch. "Well, some day you must do it for me.
It does n't matter now. Indeed, I don't think it matters," she added,
"how one looks behind."
"I should say it mattered more," said Gertrude. "Then you don't
know who may be observing you. You are not on your guard.
You can't try to look pretty."
Charlotte received this declaration with extreme gravity.
"I don't think one should ever try to look pretty,"
she rejoined, earnestly.
Her companion was silent. Then she said, "Well, perhaps it
's not of much use."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: sacrifice, then the carrion-heap.
"The bull makes a rush, with murder in his eye, but a picador meets
him with a spear-thrust in the shoulder. He flinches with the
pain, and the picador skips out of danger. A burst of applause for
the picador, hisses for the bull. Some shout 'Cow!' at the bull,
and call him offensive names. But he is not listening to them, he
is there for business; he is not minding the cloak-bearers that
come fluttering around to confuse him; he chases this way, he
chases that way, and hither and yon, scattering the nimble
banderillos in every direction like a spray, and receiving their
maddening darts in his neck as they dodge and fly - oh, but it's a
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