| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: girl saw without seeing, as she heard, without hearing, the deep gurgling of
the stream far below on the canyon bottom.
She looked down at the man. "Well?" she asked, with the firmness which feigns
belief that obedience will be forthcoming.
She was sitting upright, her back against a fallen tree-trunk, while he lay
near to her, on his side, an elbow on the ground and the hand supporting his
head.
"Dear, dear Lute," he murmured.
She shivered at the sound of his voice--not from repulsion, but from struggle
against the fascination of its caressing gentleness. She had come to know well
the lure of the man--the wealth of easement and rest that was promised by
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Love Songs by Sara Teasdale: The more we follow. . . . What a silver night!
That was our bench the time you said to me
The long new poem -- but how different now,
How eerie with the curtain of the fog
Making it strange to all the friendly trees!
There is no wind, and yet great curving scrolls
Carve themselves, ever changing, in the mist.
Walk on a little, let me stand here watching
To see you, too, grown strange to me and far. . . .
I used to wonder how the park would be
If one night we could have it all alone --
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: something - as if it all became possible. I could come for what
you yourself came for: that was enough. So here I am. It's not
for my own - that's over. But I'm here for THEM." And breathless,
infinitely relieved by her low precipitate explanation, she looked
with eyes that reflected all its splendour at the magnificence of
their altar.
"They're here for you," Stransom said, "they're present to-night as
they've never been. They speak for you - don't you see? - in a
passion of light; they sing out like a choir of angels. Don't you
hear what they say? - they offer the very thing you asked of me."
"Don't talk of it - don't think of it; forget it!" She spoke in
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