| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: while."
"But how do you make that out?" I asked, in mild surprise. "What
are you going to do with me?"
"Oh," said she, with a fine air of independence, "I don't count
you. You are not a relation, only a connection by marriage."
"Well, my dear," I answered, between the meditative puffs of my
pipe, "it is good to consider the advantages of our present
situation. We shall soon come into the frame of mind of the Sultan
of Morocco when he camped in the Vale of Rabat. The place pleased
him so well that he staid until the very pegs of his tent took root
and grew up into a grove of trees around his pavilion."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: convey the impression that it was to that work alone that they were
applying themselves. In short, the scene seemed to Tientietnikov
strange, and his former pursuits more important than his present, and
his preparation for the Service preferable to the Service itself. Yes,
suddenly he felt a longing for his old school; and as suddenly, and
with all the vividness of life, there appeared before his vision the
figure of Alexander Petrovitch. He almost burst into tears as he
beheld his old master, and the room seemed to swim before his eyes,
and the tchinovniks and the desks to become a blur, and his sight to
grow dim. Then he thought to himself with an effort: "No, no! I WILL
apply myself to my work, however petty it be at first." And hardening
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: and saw before us a band of women standing close together in
even order, evidently waiting for us.
We stopped a moment and looked back. The street behind
was closed by another band, marching steadily, shoulder to
shoulder. We went on--there seemed no other way to go--and
presently found ourselves quite surrounded by this close-massed
multitude, women, all of them, but--
They were not young. They were not old. They were not, in
the girl sense, beautiful. They were not in the least ferocious.
And yet, as I looked from face to face, calm, grave, wise, wholly
unafraid, evidently assured and determined, I had the funniest
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