| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: stretched before us like an eternity. Even Karl's activity became so full
fed that he lay on the ground and removed his leather waistbelt. Elsa
suddenly leaned over to Fritz and whispered, who on hearing her to the end
and asking her if she loved him, got up and made a little speech.
"We--we wish to celebrate our betrothal by--by--asking you all to drive
back with us in the landlord's cart--if--it will hold us!"
"Oh, what a beautiful, noble idea!" said Frau Kellermann, heaving a sigh of
relief that audibly burst two hooks.
"It is my little gift," said Elsa to the Advanced Lady, who by virtue of
three portions almost wept tears of gratitude.
Squeezed into the peasant cart and driven by the landlord, who showed his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: "It is not because I think I am beautiful," said Gertrude,
looking all round. "I don't think I am beautiful, at all."
She spoke with a sort of conscious deliberateness; and it seemed very
strange to Charlotte to hear her discussing this question so publicly.
"It is because I think it would be amusing to sit and be painted.
I have always thought that."
"I am sorry you have not had better things to think about, my daughter,"
said Mr. Wentworth.
"You are very beautiful, cousin Gertrude," Felix declared.
"That 's a compliment," said Gertrude. "I put all the compliments
I receive into a little money-jug that has a slit in the side.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: exactly lyrical in his praise; and you see how he sets his back
against Horace as against a trusty oak. Horace, at any rate, was
classical. For the rest, however, the Abbe likes places where many
alleys meet; or which, like the Belle-Etoile, are kept up 'by a
special gardener,' and admires at the Table du Roi the labours of the
Grand Master of Woods and Waters, the Sieur de la Falure, 'qui a fait
faire ce magnifique endroit.'
But indeed, it is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a
claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality
of the air, that emanation from the old trees, that so wonderfully
changes and renews a weary spirit. Disappointed men, sick Francis
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