| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a
weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to
gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so
useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him
unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother
of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince
never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,"
muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: began to turn up the silvery underside of their leaves,
and all the foliage looked soft and wilted. I carried
the lunch-basket to the top of one of the chalk bluffs,
where even on the calmest days there was always a breeze.
The flat-topped, twisted little oaks threw light shadows on
the grass. Below us we could see the windings of the river,
and Black Hawk, grouped among its trees, and, beyond,
the rolling country, swelling gently until it met the sky.
We could recognize familiar farm-houses and windmills.
Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her
father's farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: train.
My wife met me at the doorway. Her eyes were laughing gaily and
her whole face was beaming with good-humor.
"There is news for you!" she whispered. "Make haste, go to your
room and put on your new coat; we have a visitor."
"What visitor?"
"Aunt Natalya Petrovna has just come by the train."
"What Natalya Petrovna?"
"The wife of my uncle Semyon Fyodoritch. You don't know her. She
is a very nice, good woman."
Probably I frowned, for my wife looked grave and whispered
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