| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: lying comfortably in their graves.
Besides these two funeral societies there is a third of quite a
different cast, which tends to throw the sunshine of good-
humor over the whole neighborhood. It meets once a week at
a little old-fashioned house, kept by a jolly publican of the
name of Wagstaff, and bearing for insignia a resplendent half-
moon, with a most seductive bunch of grapes. The old edifice
is covered with inscriptions to catch the eye of the thirsty
wayfarer, such as "Truman, Hanbury, and Co.'s Entire," "Wine,
Rum, and Brandy Vaults," "Old Tom, Rum and Compounds,
etc." This indeed has been a temple of Bacchus and Momus
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs: criminal perhaps. It is awful, Virginia, to
contemplate the horrible possibilities of my lost past."
"No, Bulan, you could never have been a criminal,"
replied the loyal girl, "but there is one possibility
that has been haunting me constantly. It frightens me
just to think of it--it is," and the girl lowered her
voice as though she feared to say the thing she dreaded
most, "it is that you may have loved another--that--
that you may even be married."
Bulan was about to laugh away any such fears when the
gravity and importance of the possibility impressed him
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: is a subject that I do not think should be talked of to a girl. I
am, I have to be - what do you call it? - a non-combatant? And to
remind me of what others have to do and suffer: no, it is not
fair!'
'Miss Gilchrist has the tender female heart,' said Chevenix.
'Do not be too sure of that!' she cried. 'I would love to be
allowed to fight myself!'
'On which side?' I asked.
'Can you ask?' she exclaimed. 'I am a Scottish girl!'
'She is a Scottish girl!' repeated the Major, looking at me. 'And
no one grudges you her pity!'
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