| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: one--in which she mostly found herself counting in the splendid
creature with whom she had originally connected him. He addressed
this correspondent neither as Mary nor as Cissy; but the girl was
sure of whom it was, in Eaten Square, that he was perpetually
wiring to--and all so irreproachably!--as Lady Bradeen. Lady
Bradeen was Cissy, Lady Bradeen was Mary, Lady Bradeen was the
friend of Fritz and of Gussy, the customer of Marguerite, and the
close ally in short (as was ideally right, only the girl had not
yet found a descriptive term that was) of the most magnificent of
men. Nothing could equal the frequency and variety of his
communications to her ladyship but their extraordinary, their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: already full. Already he slept on the ground, open to the sky. He
looked up at a wild black cliff, mountain-high, with its windworn star of
blue; he felt himself on the threshold of the desert, with that subtle
mystery waiting; he knew himself to be close to strenuous action on the
ranges, companion of these sombre Mormons, exposed to their peril, making
their cause his cause, their life his life. What of their friendship,
their confidence? Was he worthy? Would he fail at the pinch? What a
man he must become to approach their simple estimate of him! Because he
had found health and strength, because he could shoot, because he had the
fleetest horse on the desert, were these reasons for their friendship?
No, these were only reasons for their trust. August Naab loved him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: with strangers. I was surprised at my own composure, for, after
all, I had come on business to me exceedingly painful--that of
soliciting a favour. I asked on what basis the calm rested--I
feared it might be deceptive. Ere long I caught a glimpse of the
ground, and at once I felt assured of its solidity; I knew where
it was.
M.Vandenhuten was rich, respected, and influential; I, poor,
despised and powerless; so we stood to the world at large as
members of the world's society; but to each other, as a pair of
human beings, our positions were reversed. The Dutchman (he was
not Flamand, but pure Hollandais) was slow, cool, of rather dense
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