| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: heard much of him from her son, Earl Alexander, who loved to
cultivate the acquaintance of men of talents in every
department."
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"In the course of our conversation this day, it came out that
Lady Eglintoune was married the year before Dr. Johnson was born;
upon which she graciously said to him, that she might have been
his mother, and that she now adopted him, and when we were going
away, she embraced him, saying, 'My dear son, farewell!' My
friend was much pleased with this day's entertainment, and owned
that I had done well to force him out."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: be afflicted with anything so dull in this house."
Richard had settled himself in the easy-chair, and was looking
thoughtfully at various objects in the room, while the small-talk was
subsiding around him.
"Why, Mr. Field," said Mrs. Davenport, "you look as if you could find
nothing to suggest your story to you."
"On the contrary," said Richard, "it is the number of things that suggest
it. This newspaper here, that has arrived since I was last in the room,
has a column which reminds me very forcibly of the experience that I have
selected to tell you. But I think the most appropriate of all is that
picture." He pointed to the largest picture on the wall. "'Breaking Home
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: Yates. Oh, about that toggery business -- I'd for-
gotten that."
"I've been looking for some guy to put me on the
right track for years," said Emerson. "You're the
goods, duty free, and half-way to the warehouse in a
red wagon."
"Bacon, toasted on a green willow switch over red
coals, ought to put broiled lobsters out of business,"
said Vuyning. "And you say a horse at the end of a
thirty-foot rope can't pull a ten-inch stake out of wet
prairie? Well, good-bye, old man, if you must
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