The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: meeting Melanie's eyes.
"He won't need those boots now," she said.
"Oh, darling!" cried Melly, beginning to sob, as she shoved Aunt
Pitty onto Scarlett's shoulder and scrambled out of the carriage
and toward that of the doctor's wife.
"Mother, you've still got me," said Phil, in a forlorn effort at
comforting the white-faced woman beside him. "And if you'll just
let me, I'll go kill all the Yank--"
Mrs. Meade clutched his arm as if she would never let it go, said
"No!" in a strangled voice and seemed to choke.
"Phil Meade, you hush your mouth!" hissed Melanie, climbing in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: go upstairs when a new expedient presented itself. What if,
instead of telling her, he were to let her find out for herself
and watch the effect of the discovery before speaking? In this
way he made over to chance the burden of the revelation.
The idea had been suggested by the sight of the formula enclosing
the publisher's check. He had deposited the money, but the notice
accompanying it dropped from his note-case as he cleared his table
for work. It was the formula usual in such cases and revealed
clearly enough that he was the recipient of a royalty on Margaret
Aubyn's letters. It would be impossible for Alexa to read it
without understanding at once that the letters had been written to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: pillars are about ten in number and are slender in the middle,
expanding at one end into a conical capital and at the other into a
base of the same shape. They face one another and mark the
position of the vaulted corridors which allow free movement in
every direction around the central chamber. The mother walks
gravely to and fro under the arches of her cloisters, she stops
first here, then there; she makes a lengthy auscultation of the
egg-wallet; she listens to all that happens inside the satin
wrapper. To disturb her would be barbarous.
For a closer examination, let us use the dilapidated nests which we
brought from the fields. Apart from its pillars, the egg-pocket is
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