| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: heard a sound like digging in a gritty soil; and I crope
nearer and peeped through the vines that hung on the
rail fence and seen this prisoner SHOVELING--shoveling
with a long-handled shovel--heaving earth into a big
hole that was most filled up; his back was to me, but it
was bright moonlight and I knowed him by his old green
baize work-gown with a splattery white patch in the middle
of the back like somebody had hit him with a snowball.
HE WAS BURYING THE MAN HE'D MURDERED!"
And he slumped down in his chair crying and sobbing,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: characterized her husband's.
Duane wondered, considering that Longstreth had ruined Laramie,
how Mrs. Laramie was going to regard the daughter of an enemy.
"So you're Granger Longstreth's girl?" queried the woman, with
her bright, black eyes fixed on her visitor.
"Yes," replied Miss Longstreth, simply. "This is my cousin,
Ruth Herbert. We've come to nurse you, take care of the
children, help you in any way you'll let us."
There was a long silence.
"Well, you look a little like Longstreth," finally said Mrs.
Laramie, "but you're not at ALL like him. You must take after
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac: such catastrophes, and seems to take pleasure in doing so, allowing
herself to explain the emotions that justify the guilty parties, we
may be sure that she herself is at the crossways of indecision, and
does not know what road she might take.
During this winter, the Comtesse de Vandenesse heard the great voice
of the social world roaring in her ears, and the wind of its stormy
gusts blew round her. Her pretended friends, who maintained their
reputations at the height of their rank and their positions, often
produced in her presence the seductive idea of the lover; they cast
into her soul certain ardent talk of love, the "mot d'enigme" which
life propounds to woman, the grand passion, as Madame de Stael called
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