| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: her frankness touched me, and the contrast between our situations
was such, that I could well afford to pity her and wish her well.
Mr. Huntingdon's acquaintances appear to be no better pleased with
our approaching union than mine. This morning's post brought him
letters from several of his friends, during the perusal of which,
at the breakfast-table, he excited the attention of the company by
the singular variety of his grimaces. But he crushed them all into
his pocket, with a private laugh, and said nothing till the meal
was concluded. Then, while the company were hanging over the fire
or loitering through the room, previous to settling to their
various morning avocations, he came and leant over the back of my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: school-fellow, still in such a hearty volume of tone that it made
the artist shrink, especially as the question related to a
subject so sacred as the absorbing dream of his imagination.
"Folks do say that you are trying to discover the perpetual
motion."
"The perpetual motion? Nonsense!" replied Owen Warland, with a
movement of disgust; for he was full of little petulances. "It
can never be discovered. It is a dream that may delude men whose
brains are mystified with matter, but not me. Besides, if such a
discovery were possible, it would not be worth my while to make
it only to have the secret turned to such purposes as are now
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis: I'll go by-by. Unless you want me, dear? Of course if
there's anything you really WANT me for?"
"No. No. . . . Matter of fact, I really ought to run
down and see Mrs. Champ Perry. She's ailing. So you skip
in and---- May drop in at the drug store. If I'm not home
when you get sleepy, don't wait up for me."
He kissed her, rambled off, nodded to Jim Howland, stopped
indifferently to speak to Mrs. Terry Gould. But his heart
was racing, his stomach was constricted. He walked more
slowly. He reached Dave Dyer's yard. He glanced in. On
the porch, sheltered by a wild-grape vine, was the figure of a
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