| 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: since he died. But I can't get him back. He's gone."
She turned to the doctor again. She spoke to him, not as if
she expected him to understand her, but because she had to
say these things which burthened her mind to someone. "I have
done hundreds of sketches. My room is littered with them.
When you turn them over he seems to be lurking among them.
But not one of them is like him."
She was trying to express something beyond her power. "It is
as if someone had suddenly turned out the light."
She followed the doctor upstairs. "This was his study," the
doctor explained.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: think of every horror that might possibly happen."
She surprised him by turning, in full Fifth Avenue,
and flinging her arms about his neck. "But none ever
CAN happen now, can it, Newland, as long as we two
are together?"
Every detail of the day had been so carefully thought
out that the young couple, after the wedding-breakfast,
had ample time to put on their travelling-clothes,
descend the wide Mingott stairs between laughing bridesmaids
and weeping parents, and get into the brougham
under the traditional shower of rice and satin slippers;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain: a great stream of clear water burst forth by miracle
in a desert place. Now were the fickle monks tempted
of the Fiend, and they wrought with their abbot un-
ceasingly by beggings and beseechings that he would
construct a bath; and when he was become aweary and
might not resist more, he said have ye your will, then,
and granted that they asked. Now mark thou what
'tis to forsake the ways of purity the which He loveth,
and wanton with such as be worldly and an offense.
These monks did enter into the bath and come thence
washed as white as snow; and lo, in that moment His
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