| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson: Be one; or he may, quite as well,
Be gone to find again the Tree
Of Knowledge, out of which he fell.
He may be near us, dreaming yet
Of unrepented rouge and coral;
Or in a grave without a name
May be as far off as a moral.
Bewick Finzer
Time was when his half million drew
The breath of six per cent;
But soon the worm of what-was-not
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: his grievances against the world. She was young and pretty, and
she had worn turned gowns and soiled gloves and improvised hats
all her life. She wanted the luxury of being like other people,
of being honest from her hat to her boots, of having nothing to
hide, not even in the matter of stockings, and she was willing to
work for it. She rented a little studio away from that house of
misfortune and began to give lessons. She managed well and was
the sort of girl people liked to help. The bills were
paid and Auguste went on composing, growing indignant only when
she refused to insist that her pupils should study his compositions
for the piano. She began to get engagements in New York to play
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: about him but a soft bright light. Yet in it he heard a voice cry,
"Because thou hast loved mercy--and hated oppression--"
When Trooper Peter Halket raised himself, he saw the figure of the stranger
passing from him. He cried, "My Master, let me go with you." But the
figure did not turn. And, as it passed into the darkness, it seemed to
Peter Halket that the form grew larger and larger: and as it descended the
further side of the kopje it seemed that for one instant he still saw the
head with a pale, white light upon it: then it vanished.
And Trooper Peter Halket sat alone upon the kopje.
Chapter II.
It was a hot day. The sun poured down its rays over the scattered trees,
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