| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: speculating in monopolised eggs in this way at her age. She must be a
very unladylike person.'"
"Ethel, I saw, was excited. Therefore I made no more point of her
theories concerning the appearance and family circle of old Mrs. Beverly.
But in justice to myself I felt obliged to remind her, first, that I was
investing, not speculating, and second, that it was Mr. Beverly's advice
I was following, and not that of his mother. 'Had he not spoken of her,'
I said, 'I should have remained unaware of her existence.'"
"'She is at the bottom of it all the same,' said Ethel. 'Everything you
have bought has been because she bought it.'"
"'That is not quite the right way to put it,' I replied. 'I was willing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: steady it and to make it retain its greatest capacity? Exactly
what our static treatises would advise her to do: she has
ballasted her structure, she has done her best to lower its centre
of gravity. From the convex surface of the pocket hang long
chaplets of grains of sand strung together with slender silken
cords. To these sandy stalactites, which form a bushy beard, are
added a few heavy lumps hung separately and lower down, at the end
of a thread. The whole is a piece of ballast-work, an apparatus
for ensuring equilibrium and tension.
The present edifice, hastily constructed in the space of a night,
is the frail rough sketch of what the home will afterwards become.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: quarts. Say, did you hear about Heiny's crowd?"
"No," said Miss Fink, evenly, and began to study the first
page of the wine list under the heading "Champagnes of Noted
Vintages."
"Well," went on Miss Sweeney's little thin, malicious voice,
"he's fell in soft. There's a table of three, and they're drinkin'
1874 Imperial Crown at twelve dollars per, like it was Waukesha
ale. And every time they finish a bottle one of the guys pays for
it with a brand new ten and a brand new five and tells Heiny to
keep the change. Can you beat it?"
"I hope," said Miss Fink, pleasantly, "that the supply of 1874
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