| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: is unknown to the adult and soon forgotten by the emancipated
youngling, doomed to wander homeless, for many a long day, upon the
ground. Neither of them dreams of climbing to the top of a grass-
stalk. The full-grown Spider hunts trapper-fashion, ambushed in
her tower; the young one hunts afoot through the scrubby grass. In
both cases there is no web and therefore no need for lofty contact-
points. They are not allowed to quit the ground and climb the
heights.
Yet here we have the young Lycosa, wishing to leave the maternal
abode and to travel far afield by the easiest and swiftest methods,
suddenly becoming an enthusiastic climber. Impetuously she scales
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: He stayed with Sybil till nearly midnight, comforting her and being
comforted in turn, and early the next morning he left for Venice,
after writing a manly, firm letter to Mr. Merton about the
necessary postponement of the marriage.
CHAPTER IV
IN Venice he met his brother, Lord Surbiton, who happened to have
come over from Corfu in his yacht. The two young men spent a
delightful fortnight together. In the morning they rode on the
Lido, or glided up and down the green canals in their long black
gondola; in the afternoon they usually entertained visitors on the
yacht; and in the evening they dined at Florian's, and smoked
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: level, it climbed, it descended; then began the three
again. It was lost, it was found. They said, ``Here path!''
But we had to serpent through thickets, or make
way on edge of dizzy crag, or find footing through morass.
We came to great stretches of reeds and yielding grass,
giving with every step into water. It was to toil through
this under hot sun, with stinging clouds of insects. But
when they were left behind we might step into a grove of
the gods, such firmness, such pleasantness, such shady going
or happy resting under trees that dropped fruit.
We met no great forest beasts. There seemed to be none
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