| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: Up went Binzer's spirits with a bound. Son and heir, by Jove! He was glad
to have to deal with a man again. And a sane fellow this, who came across
this sort of thing every day of the week.
"That's about the measure of it, Doctor," he answered, smiling and picking
up his hat. "Mother dragged me out of bed this morning with imperative
orders to bring you along."
"Gig will be round in a minute. Drive back with me, won't you?
Extraordinary, sultry day; you're as red as a beetroot already."
Andreas affected to laugh. The doctor had one annoying habit--imagined he
had the right to poke fun at everybody simply because he was a doctor.
"The man's riddled with conceit, like all these professionals," Andreas
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rig Veda: wool of
the sheep,
Shouting while purified before the voice of song.
11 With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood,
above the
fleece:
Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.
12 Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed
for war,
And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.
13 Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: bosom; and the rough iron galled him as he went, and his bosom
bled.
Now when he was forth of the wood upon the highway, he met folk
returning from the field; and those he met had no fetter on the
right leg, but, behold! they had one upon the left. Jack asked
them what it signified; and they said, "that was the new wear, for
the old was found to be a superstition". Then he looked at them
nearly; and there was a new ulcer on the left ankle, and the old
one on the right was not yet healed.
"Now, may God forgive me!" cried Jack. "I would I were well home."
And when he was home, there lay his uncle smitten on the head, and
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