| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: nature of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this
eternal passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the
leaves shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs
Ramsay said. "Mrs Ramsay! Mrs Ramsay!" she repeated. She owed it all
to her.
All was silence. Nobody seemed yet to be stirring in the house. She
looked at it there sleeping in the early sunlight with its windows
green and blue with the reflected leaves. The faint thought she was
thinking of Mrs Ramsay seemed in consonance with this quiet house; this
smoke; this fine early morning air. Faint and unreal, it was amazingly
pure and exciting. She hoped nobody would open the window or come out
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: them and give you notes in exchange. If we can come to an agreement
about that railway stock we could share the profits, of course in due
proportion and I'll allow you that on--"
"No, no," said Bixiou, "I want money in hand, and I must get those
notes of Ravenouillet's cashed."
"Ravenouillet is sound," said Vauvinet. "He puts money into the
savings-bank; he is good security."
"Better than you," interposed Leon, "for HE doesn't stipend lorettes;
he hasn't any rent to pay; and he never rushes into speculations which
keep him dreading either a rise or fall."
"You think you can laugh at me, great man," returned Vauvinet, once
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: the lowest creature--!"
I winced at the fair show of the scene in Mrs. Grose's face;
she looked for a minute as if she sharply saw them together.
"And him who thinks so well of you!"
"He has an odd way--it comes over me now," I laughed,"--of proving it!
But that doesn't matter. What Flora wants, of course, is to get rid of me."
My companion bravely concurred. "Never again to so much as look at you."
"So that what you've come to me now for," I asked, "is to speed me on
my way?" Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check.
"I've a better idea--the result of my reflections. My going WOULD seem
the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won't do.
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