| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy
cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on
the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her
matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she
had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother
she had entered on the joys of a new year.
THE DREAM OF LITTLE TUK
Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was
what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles,
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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: in the wheels of the light vehicle which had been brought to the portico,
and he hurried away to investigate so grave an anomaly.
The Baroness walked homeward, alone, in the starlight,
asking herself a question. Was she to have gained nothing--
was she to have gained nothing?
Gertrude Wentworth had held a silent place in the little circle
gathered about the two gentlemen from Boston. She was not
interested in the visitors; she was watching Madame Munster,
as she constantly watched her. She knew that Eugenia also was
not interested--that she was bored; and Gertrude was absorbed
in study of the problem how, in spite of her indifference and her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: and swapping boulevard reminiscences with a member
of a Parisian theatrical troupe making a long
jump through northern Wisconsin. And once, at
six of the morning, letting myself into my own
house with a latch-key, and sitting down to read the
paper until the family awoke, I was nearly brained
by the butler. He supposed me a belated burglar,
and had armed himself with the poker. The most
flattering experience of the kind was voiced by a
small urchin who plucked at his mother's sleeve:
"Look, mamma!" he exclaimed in guarded but
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