| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: entresols, amid a smell of burnt pastilles, surrounded by the most
expensive city in Europe. When he had left them in Venice it was
with an irrepressible suspicion that something was going to happen;
but the only thing that could have taken place was again their
masterly retreat. "How is he? where is he?" he asked of Mrs.
Moreen; but before she could speak these questions were answered by
the pressure round hid neck of a pair of arms, in shrunken sleeves,
which still were perfectly capable of an effusive young foreign
squeeze.
"Dreadfully ill - I don't see it!" the young man cried. And then
to Morgan: "Why on earth didn't you relieve me? Why didn't you
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: hole framing the same patch of shore. From the kind of exaltation
to which his resolve had lifted him he dropped to an unreasoning
apathy. His impulse of confession had acted as a drug to self-
reproach. He had tried to shift a portion of his burden to his
wife's shoulders and now that she had tacitly refused to carry it,
he felt the load too heavy to be taken up again.
A fortunate interval of hard work brought respite from this phase
of sterile misery. He went West to argue an important case, won
it, and came back to fresh preoccupations. His own affairs were
thriving enough to engross him in the pauses of his professional
work, and for over two months he had little time to look himself
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: gin-cases, stared at Davidson with wide, drowsy eyes. It was a bad
bout of fever clearly. But while Davidson was promising to go on
board and fetch some medicines, and generally trying to say
reassuring things, he could not help being struck by the
extraordinary manner of the woman standing by his side. Gazing
with despairing expression down at the cot, she would suddenly
throw a quick, startled glance at Davidson and then towards the
other room.
"'Yes, my poor girl,' he whispered, interpreting her distraction in
his own way, though he had nothing precise in his mind. 'I'm
afraid this bodes no good to you. How is it they are here?'
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