| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Works of Samuel Johnson by Samuel Johnson: said to consult his ease. Resentment is an union of
sorrow with malignity, a combination of a passion
which all endeavour to avoid, with a passion which
all concur to detest. The man who retires to
meditate mischief, and to exasperate his own rage; whose
thoughts are employed only on means of distress
and contrivances of ruin; whose mind never pauses
from the remembrance of his own sufferings, but to
indulge some hope of enjoying the calamities of
another, may justly be numbered among the most
miserable of human beings, among those who are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: don't want to ask her. What'd such a glorious creature see in a poor, puny
little thing like me?"
"George, you're not over-handsome," admitted Dave, shaking his head. "But you
can never tell about women. Sometimes they like even little, insignificant
fellows. Don't be too scared about asking her. Besides, it will make it easier
for me. You might tell her about me--you know, sort of feel her out, so
I'd---"
Dave's voice failed him here; but he had said enough, and that was most
discouraging to poor George. Dave was so busy screwing up his courage that he
forgot all about his friend.
"No; I couldn't," gasped George, falling into a chair. He was ghastly pale. "I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: nothing more than what she'd got; only she wanted to get ahead with
what she'd got: Clifford, the stories, Wragby, the Lady-Chatterley
business, money and fame, such as it was...she wanted to go ahead with
it all. Love, sex, all that sort of stuff, just water-ices! Lick it up
and forget it. If you don't hang on to it in your mind, it's nothing.
Sex especially...nothing! Make up your mind to it, and you've solved
the problem. Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had
the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.
But a child, a baby! That was still one of the sensations. She would
venture very gingerly on that experiment. There was the man to
consider, and it was curious, there wasn't a man in the world whose
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