| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert: In consequence of a cold, she caught a sore throat; and some time
later she had an earache. Three years later she was stone deaf, and
spoke in a very loud voice even in church. Although her sins might
have been proclaimed throughout the diocese without any shame to
herself, or ill effects to the community, the cure thought it
advisable to receive her confession in the vestry-room.
Imaginary buzzings also added to her bewilderment. Her mistress often
said to her: "My goodness, how stupid you are!" and she would answer:
"Yes, Madame," and look for something.
The narrow circle of her ideas grew more restricted than it already
was; the bellowing of the oxen, the chime of the bells no longer
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: the society reporters, and how they got inside news by listening
to telephone party wires for days at a time. Travis' condemnation
of this occupied another five or ten minutes; and so what with
this and with that they reached nine o'clock. Then decidedly the
evening began to drag. It was too early to go. Condy could find
no good excuse for takng himself away, and, though Travis was
good-natured enough, and met him more than half-way, their talk
lapsed, and lapsed, and lapsed. The breaks became more numerous
and lasted longer. Condy began to wonder if he was boring her.
No sooner had the suspicion entered his head than it hardened into
a certainty, and at once what little fluency and freshness he yet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: squeeze. The lock was re-secured. Heathcliff approached the fire,
where my mistress and I stood silent. Catherine looked up, and
instinctively raised her hand to her cheek: his neighbourhood
revived a painful sensation. Anybody else would have been
incapable of regarding the childish act with sternness, but he
scowled on her and muttered - 'Oh! you are not afraid of me? Your
courage is well disguised: you seem damnably afraid!'
'I AM afraid now,' she replied, 'because, if I stay, papa will be
miserable: and how can I endure making him miserable - when he -
when he - Mr. Heathcliff, let ME go home! I promise to marry
Linton: papa would like me to: and I love him. Why should you
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