| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: "Il s'attache e ses pas. But I don't wonder - she's so charming."
"I hope she won't make him burn any books!" Paul Overt ventured to
exclaim.
"If she'd make him write a few it would be more to the purpose,"
said Mrs. St. George. "He has been of a laziness of late - !"
Our young man stared - he was so struck with the lady's
phraseology. Her "Write a few" seemed to him almost as good as her
"That's all." Didn't she, as the wife of a rare artist, know what
it was to produce one perfect work of art? How in the world did
she think they were turned on? His private conviction was that,
admirably as Henry St. George wrote, he had written for the last
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: The clash of steel-shod soles against the rocks began to be heard, and the
man's voice grew louder. It was raised in a sort of chant and became distinct
with nearness, so that the words could be heard:
"Turn around an' tu'n yo' face
Untoe them sweet hills of grace
(D' pow'rs of sin yo' am scornin'!).
Look about an' look aroun',
Fling yo' sin-pack on d' groun'
(Yo' will meet wid d' Lord in d' mornin'!)."
A sound of scrambling accompanied the song, and the spirit of the place fled
away on the heels of the red-coated buck. The green screen was burst asunder,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: generation had lost.
Arrived at the soap-pot she looked over into it thoughtfully.
"Depend upon it you'll get the itch, or some other disease; the blessing of
the Lord'll never rest upon it," said the Boer-woman. Then suddenly she
broke forth. "And she eighty-two, and goats, and rams, and eight thousand
morgen, and the rams real angora, and two thousand sheep, and a short-horn
bull," said Tant Sannie, standing upright and planting a hand on each hip.
Em looked at her in silent wonder. Had connubial bliss and the joys of
motherhood really turned the old Boer-woman's head?
"Yes," said Tant Sannie; "I had almost forgotten to tell you. By the Lord
if I had him here! We were walking to church last Sacrament Sunday, Piet
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