| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: whims." As his anger rose, Otto sped up a little, just in time to
hit a large puddle near the little old lady, drenching her in a sheet
of muddy water.
"Stop, Otto!" Brissa cried, exasperated. "I'll help her."
"Aw shut up," Otto snarled. "Do you think I'm going to walk into the
party with a girl who's all wet and disheveled, looking like a
drowned rat? You want people to laugh at me? Think of somebody
besides yourself for a change. Now fix your makeup and keep your
mouth shut."
Indecision
Once upon a time a dozen or so curious travelers rented a boat for a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: The last alive of Vaiau; and the son borne by the sire.
The post glowed in the grain with ulcers of eating fire,
And the fire bit to the blood and mangled his hands and thighs;
And the fumes sang in his head like wine and stung in his eyes;
And still he climbed, and came to the top, the place of proof,
And thrust a hand through the flame, and clambered alive on the roof.
But even as he did so, the wind, in a garment of flames and pain,
Wrapped him from head to heel; and the waistcloth parted in twain;
And the living fruit of his loins dropped in the fire below.
About the blazing feast-house clustered the eyes of the foe,
Watching, hand upon weapon, lest ever a soul should flee,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: hangs in the writing-room of the Contrary Club.
"Sir," said that gently piercing critic, "that picture is equally
unsatisfactory to the artist, to the moralist, and to the
voluptuary."
Nevertheless, having made a clean breast of my misgivings and
reservations on the subject of lovers and landscape, I will now
confess that the whole of my doubts do not weigh much against my
unreasoned faith in romantic love. At heart I am no infidel, but a
most obstinate believer and devotee. My seasons of skepticism are
transient. They are connected with a torpid liver and aggravated by
confinement to a sedentary life and enforced abstinence from
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