| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: him, carried her off twenty miles to her old prison at Stow mill,
commanding her aunt to tame down her saucy blood with bread of
affliction and water of affliction. Which commands were willingly
enough fulfilled by the old dame, who had always borne a grudge
against Rose for being rich while she was poor, and pretty while
her daughter was plain; so that between flouts, and sneers, and
watchings, and pretty open hints that she was a disgrace to her
family, and no better than she should be, the poor innocent child
watered her couch with her tears for a fortnight or more,
stretching out her hands to the wide Atlantic, and calling wildly
to Don Guzman to return and take her where he would, and she would
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: who hung the picture of a ship under full sail in her
living-room. She bore seven sons. Not one of them
ever saw the ocean until he was grown and yet all
of them became sailors. This was not an accident. In
her age and loneliness she blamed God for taking her
children from her. Yet she had made sailors of them
all by the selection of a single piece of furniture in
her room. Nature has a way of starting her children on
their journey through this world very nearly equal--
each a bundle of possibilities in the hands of a
mother. A father may transmit physical disease, if his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now
I put my selfe to thy Direction, and
Vnspeake mine owne detraction. Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For strangers to my Nature. I am yet
Vnknowne to Woman, neuer was forsworne,
Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne.
At no time broke my Faith, would not betray
The Deuill to his Fellow, and delight
No lesse in truth then life. My first false speaking
Was this vpon my selfe. What I am truly
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