| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Coxon Fund by Henry James: upon them was a pressure gentle compared with her stiffer
persuadability. I'm bound to say he didn't criticise his
benefactors, though practically he got tired of them; she, however,
had the highest standards about eleemosynary forms. She offered
the odd spectacle of a spirit puffed up by dependence, and indeed
it had introduced her to some excellent society. She pitied me for
not knowing certain people who aided her and whom she doubtless
patronised in turn for their luck in not knowing me. I dare say I
should have got on with her better if she had had a ray of
imagination--if it had occasionally seemed to occur to her to
regard Saltram's expressions of his nature in any other manner than
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: "Remember," she wrote, in her profuse, emphatic statement, "that he
bears your grandfather's name, and so will the child that is to be
born. The poor boy is not so much to blame as the woman who deluded
him, thinking him a gentleman, which he IS, and having money, which he
has NOT."
"What would Ralph Denham say to this?" thought Katharine, beginning to
pace up and down her bedroom. She twitched aside the curtains, so
that, on turning, she was faced by darkness, and looking out, could
just distinguish the branches of a plane-tree and the yellow lights of
some one else's windows.
"What would Mary Datchet and Ralph Denham say?" she reflected, pausing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: "And the flies?" I said.
"Yes! The flies like it, too, and I like the flies, therefore I like it."And
there are people who know so little as to think that madmen do not argue.
I procured him a double supply, and left him as happy a man as, I suppose,
any in the world. I wish I could fathom his mind.
Midnight.--Another change in him. I had been to see Miss Westenra,
whom I found much better, and had just returned, and was standing at our
own gate looking at the sunset, when once more I heard him yelling.
As his room is on this side of the house, I could hear it better
than in the morning. It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful
smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights
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