| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: in you; especially since our engagement has been
announced."
"Dear--what madness!" he recovered himself to
exclaim.
She met his protest with a faint smile. "If it is, it
won't hurt us to talk about it." She paused, and added,
lifting her head with one of her noble movements: "Or
even if it's true: why shouldn't we speak of it? You
might so easily have made a mistake."
He lowered his head, staring at the black leaf-pattern
on the sunny path at their feet. "Mistakes are always
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: will find plenty of men to admire - and love you."
At that she blazed up. "Does love pick and choose, you fool? Do you
imagine I am so hard put to it that I have to hunt for lovers? Is
not Crimtyphon waiting for me at this very moment?"
"Very well. I am sorry to have hurt your feelings. Now carry the
temptation no farther - for it is a temptation, where a lovely woman
is concerned. I am not my own master."
"I'm not proposing anything so very hateful, am I? Why do you
humiliate me so?"
Maskull put his hands behind his back. "I repeat, I am not my own
master."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: and, before the Viceroy knew what was about to happen, he had tipped
a bagful of his powder into the big silver ash-tray.
"J-j-judge for yourself, Sir," said Mellish. "Y' Excellency shall
judge for yourself! Absolutely infallible, on my honor."
He plunged the lighted end of his cigar into the powder, which began
to smoke like a volcano, and send up fat, greasy wreaths of copper-
colored smoke. In five seconds the room was filled with a most
pungent and sickening stench--a reek that took fierce hold of the
trap of your windpipe and shut it. The powder then hissed and
fizzed, and sent out blue and green sparks, and the smoke rose till
you could neither see, nor breathe, nor gasp. Mellish, however, was
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