| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: shown you, for I knew it from of old to be dedicated to Death. I
told you long ago that my Dead weren't many. Yours were, but all
you had done for them was none too much for MY worship! You had
placed a great light for Each - I gathered them together for One!"
"We had simply different intentions," he returned. "That, as you
say, I perfectly knew, and I don't see why your intention shouldn't
still sustain you."
"That's because you're generous - you can imagine and think. But
the spell is broken."
It seemed to poor Stransom, in spite of his resistance, that it
really was, and the prospect stretched grey and void before him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: reason, which was very honourable to Morgan and which dwelt simply
in his making one so forget that he was no more than a patched
urchin. If one dealt with him on a different basis one's
misadventures were one's own fault. So Pemberton waited in a queer
confusion of yearning and alarm for the catastrophe which was held
to hang over the house of Moreen, of which he certainly at moments
felt the symptoms brush his cheek and as to which he wondered much
in what form it would find its liveliest effect.
Perhaps it would take the form of sudden dispersal - a frightened
sauve qui peut, a scuttling into selfish corners. Certainly they
were less elastic than of yore; they were evidently looking for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: comes home--to have him freezing all one's warm-heartedness, and
throwing cold water over the fireside? Is it natural, when I know
he went out upon a matter in which I am as much interested as
anybody can be, that I should wish to know all that has happened,
or that he should tell me without my begging and praying him to do
it? Is that natural, or is it not?'
'I am very sorry, Martha,' said the good-natured locksmith. 'I was
really afraid you were not disposed to talk pleasantly; I'll tell
you everything; I shall only be too glad, my dear.'
'No, Varden,' returned his wife, rising with dignity. 'I dare say--
thank you! I'm not a child to be corrected one minute and petted
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