| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: in front of him across the room he saw the young woman, barefoot and
wearing, instead of her business attire, purple sweatpants and a
torn green sweatshirt. Worse than this, she was turning cartwheels
and saying what sounded to him like, "Put it in the lake, dip it,
water proof it, French dip it, soak it, drench it, pinch it, wrench
it." When she stopped to attend to his interruption, he noticed that
her hair was rubber banded into a vertical column on top of her head.
The young man was sitting off to one side, wearing jeans and a
T-shirt printed with the words, "None of the Above." Nearby was an
open ream of copier paper, many sheets of which he had evidently
wrinkled up into a ball and tossed at a trash can a few feet away,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: before he got his feet again, whispered me to "reel down into the
cabin and seem to fall asleep upon a locker, for there would be
need of me soon." I did as I was told, and coming into the cabin,
where it was quite dark, let myself fall on the first locker.
There was a man there already; by the way he stirred and threw me
off, I could not think he was much in liquor; and yet when I had
found another place, he seemed to continue to sleep on. My heart
now beat very hard, for I saw some desperate matter was in act.
Presently down came Ballantrae, lit the lamp, looked about the
cabin, nodded as if pleased, and on deck again without a word. I
peered out from between my fingers, and saw there were three of us
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: he had taken with him his latest wife, the same lady whom
Jorgenson had mentioned in his letter to Lingard as anxious to
bring about battle, murder, and the looting of the yacht, not
because of inborn wickedness of heart but from a simple desire
for silks, jewels and other objects of personal adornment, quite
natural in a girl so young and elevated to such a high position.
Belarab had selected her to be the companion of his retirement
and Lingard was glad of it. He was not afraid of her influence
over Belarab. He knew his man. No words, no blandishments, no
sulks, scoldings, or whisperings of a favourite could affect
either the resolves or the irresolutions of that Arab whose
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