| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: men have to work and women marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust
world," said Meg bitterly.
"Jo and I are going to make fortunes for you all. Just wait ten
years, and see if we don't," said Amy, who sat in a corner making mud
pies, as Hannah called her little clay models of birds, fruit, and
faces.
"Can't wait, and I'm afraid I haven't much faith in ink and dirt,
though I'm grateful for your good intentions.
Meg sighed, and turned to the frostbitten garden again. Jo
groaned and leaned both elbows on the table in a despondent attitude,
but Amy spatted away energetically, and Beth, who sat at the other
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: finding that even loving words were too weak to express his feeling,
"cherie, why are you afraid that you are going to die?"
"I am ill, my poor darling; every day I am losing strength, and there
is no cure for my illness; I know that."
"What is the matter with you?"
"Something that I ought to forget; something that you must never know.
--You must not know what caused my death."
The boy was silent for a while. He stole a glance now and again at his
mother; and she, with her eyes raised to the sky, was watching the
clouds. It was a sad, sweet moment. Louis could not believe that his
mother would die soon, but instinctively he felt trouble which he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Your steady footsteps on the stair.
And here the glass in which she saw your shadow
As she unbound her hair.
Here is the room--with ghostly walls dissolving--
The twilight room in which she called you 'lover';
And the floorless room in which she called you 'friend.'
So many times, in doubt, she ran between them!--
Through windy corridors of darkening end.
Here she could stand with one dim light above her
And hear far music, like a sea in caverns,
Murmur away at hollowed walls of stone.
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