| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: "That's a beauty, nearly two pounds! But do be careful about coming
back; you are not good enough to take any risks yet."
The station at Skogstad is a solitary farmhouse lying far up on the
bare hillside, with its barns and out-buildings grouped around a
central courtyard, like a rude fortress. The river travels along
the valley below, now wrestling its way through a narrow passage
among the rocks, now spreading out at leisure in a green meadow. As
we cross the bridge, the crystal water is changed to opal by the
sunset glow, and a gentle breeze ruffles the long pools, and the
trout are rising freely. It is the perfect hour for fishing. Would
Graygown dare to drive on alone to the gate of the fortress, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: Arabian Nights, was served by Monsieur and Madame Chapuzot in the
double capacity of friends and servants. The Chapuzots and Marguerite
were constantly expecting some result of all this; but at the end of
three months none of them were able to make out the meaning of the
Polish count's caprice. Paz arrived duly and passed about an hour
there once a week, during which time he sat in the salon, and never
went into Malaga's boudoir nor into her bedroom, in spite of the
clever manoeuvring of the Chapuzots and Malaga to get him there. The
count would ask questions as to the small events of Marguerite's life,
and each time that he came he left two gold pieces of forty francs
each on the mantel-piece.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare: As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lovest to bear the sweet melodious sound
That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
Whenas himself to singing he betakes.
One god is god of both, as poets feign;
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.
IX.
Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,
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