| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: Mary's letter. "Can it be that it is all over?" she thought. "Can it
be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that
went before?" She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its
former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin. She
vividly pictured herself as Prince Andrew's wife, and the scenes of
happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and
at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of
yesterday's interview with Anatole.
"Why could that not be as well?" she sometimes asked herself in
complete bewilderment. "Only so could I be completely happy; but now I
have to choose, and I can't be happy without either of them. Only,"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: that when Madame de L- asked La Fleur if he had brought a letter, -
O QU'OUI, said La Fleur: so laying down his hat upon the ground,
and taking hold of the flap of his right side pocket with his left
hand, he began to search for the letter with his right; - then
contrariwise. - DIABLE! then sought every pocket - pocket by
pocket, round, not forgetting his fob: - PESTE! - then La Fleur
emptied them upon the floor, - pulled out a dirty cravat, - a
handkerchief, - a comb, - a whip lash, - a nightcap, - then gave a
peep into his hat, - QUELLE ETOURDERIE! He had left the letter
upon the table in the auberge; - he would run for it, and be back
with it in three minutes.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Never once had Hiawatha
By a word or look reproved them;
Never once had old Nokomis
Made a gesture of impatience;
Never once had Laughing Water
Shown resentment at the outrage.
All had they endured in silence,
That the rights of guest and stranger,
That the virtue of free-giving,
By a look might not be lessened,
By a word might not be broken.
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