| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: show, so she stared at people rather forlornly till the dancing
began. Meg was asked at once, and the tight slippers tripped
about so briskly that none would have guessed the pain their
wearer suffered smilingly. Jo saw a big red headed youth
approaching her corner, and fearing he meant to engage her, she
slipped into a curtained recess, intending to peep and enjoy
herself in peace. Unfortunately, another bashful person had
chosen the same refuge, for, as the curtain fell behind her,
she found herself face to face with the `Laurence boy'.
"Dear me, I didn't know anyone was here!" stammered Jo,
preparing to back out as speedily as she had bounced in.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Phoenix and the Turtle by William Shakespeare: So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call'd.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either-neither,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: fervour into pleasures, alternating them with religious ceremonies.
In those days no feast was neglected and no altar lacked its
victim. Like a river that quickens its flow as it draws near the
precipice over which it must fall, so the people of Mexico,
foreseeing ruin, awoke as it were and lived as they had never lived
before. All day long the cries of victims came from a hundred
temple tops, and all night the sounds of revelry were heard among
the streets. 'Let us eat and drink,' they said, 'for the gods of
the sea are upon us and to-morrow we die.' Now women who had been
held virtuous proved themselves wantons, and men whose names were
honest showed themselves knaves, and none cried fie upon them; ay,
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