| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: come to life. The flier passed on above her to disappear
beyond a grove of lofty skeel trees that grew within the
palace grounds.
The girl stood for some time as it had left her, except
that her head was bent and her eyes downcast in thought.
Who but Carthoris could it have been? She tried to feel
anger that he should have returned thus, spying upon her;
but she found it difficult to be angry with the young
prince of Helium.
What mad caprice could have induced him so to transgress
the etiquette of nations? For lesser things great powers
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: "Now then, Jack, my boy," said he, "spin along, we'll show them
how we can get over the ground, if we only know why."
It is always difficult to drive fast in the city in the middle of the day,
when the streets are full of traffic, but we did what could be done;
and when a good driver and a good horse, who understand each other,
are of one mind, it is wonderful what they can do. I had a very good mouth
-- that is I could be guided by the slightest touch of the rein;
and that is a great thing in London, among carriages, omnibuses, carts,
vans, trucks, cabs, and great wagons creeping along at a walking pace;
some going one way, some another, some going slowly,
others wanting to pass them; omnibuses stopping short every few minutes
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: dying man's last wish. Poor boy, all through his agony he was
torturing himself in his young simplicity of heart with the
thought of the painful shock to his mistress when she should
suddenly read of his death in a newspaper. He begged me to go
myself to break the news to her. He bade me look for a key which
he wore on a ribbon about his neck. I found it half buried in the
flesh, but the dying boy did not utter a sound as I extricated it
as gently as possible from the wound which it had made. He had
scarcely given me the necessary directions--I was to go to his
home at La Charite-sur-Loire for his mistress' love-letters,
which he conjured me to return to her--when he grew speechless in
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