| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: a museum, for any indication it betrayed of the flow of
thought within. He lay on his back and his bent knees lifted
the bed-clothes into a sharp mountain. He was not even trying
to sleep.
Why, he meditated, had V.V. stayed on in Europe so much
longer than she need have done? And why had Gunter Lake
suddenly got into a state of mind about her? Why didn't the
girl confide in her father at least about these things? What
was afoot? She had thrown over Lake once and it seemed she
was going to turn him down again. Well, if she was an
ordinary female person that was a silly sort of thing to do.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Are these ideas right or wrong?
III
The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
"And so you are going abroad; and when do you return?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: your smoke in peace and quiet. Mind you, it was a pukka,
respectable opium-house, and not one of those stifling, sweltering
chandoo-khanas, that you can find all over the City. No; the old
man knew his business thoroughly, and he was most clean for a
Chinaman. He was a one-eyed little chap, not much more than five
feet high, and both his middle fingers were gone. All the same, he
was the handiest man at rolling black pills I have ever seen. Never
seemed to be touched by the Smoke, either; and what he took day and
night, night and day, was a caution. I've been at it five years,
and I can do my fair share of the Smoke with any one; but I was a
child to Fung-Tching that way. All the same, the old man was keen
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