| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: for disappearance. He's holding his ground, and it's the first
time - which is a proof, isn't it? that something has happened for
him." So Brydon argued with his hand on the banister and his foot
on the lowest stair; in which position he felt as never before the
air chilled by his logic. He himself turned cold in it, for he
seemed of a sudden to know what now was involved. "Harder pressed?
- yes, he takes it in, with its thus making clear to him that I've
come, as they say, 'to stay.' He finally doesn't like and can't
bear it, in the sense, I mean, that his wrath, his menaced
interest, now balances with his dread. I've hunted him till he has
'turned'; that, up there, is what has happened - he's the fanged or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: a tear, you know, in a dear old chest perfumed with
lavander and old roses.
I always say that one can be advanced and in
the van of modern progress, and still drop a tear,
you know.
Do you think that all this study of sex hygiene
means the death of romance?
It's a serious thought, isn't it?
But what I always say is: "Which of these
things will do the most GOOD in the world?"
Especially good to the POOR!
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: straight for me, and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my
fist. He gave a whoop of dismay, staggered a little way, and
fell down. I lit another piece of camphor, and went on gathering
my bonfire. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage
above me, for since my arrival on the Time Machine, a matter of a
week, no rain had fallen. So, instead of casting about among the
trees for fallen twigs, I began leaping up and dragging down
branches. Very soon I had a choking smoky fire of green wood and
dry sticks, and could economize my camphor. Then I turned to
where Weena lay beside my iron mace. I tried what I could to
revive her, but she lay like one dead. I could not even satisfy
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