| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: doubtless was the last to break, but it did not detract from my
beatitude to know that even this consideration, before the Dupleix
and liberty, failed to hold.
I kept out of Miss Harris's way so studiously for the next week or
two that she was kind enough in the end to feel compelled to send
for me. I went with misgivings--I expected, as may be imagined, to
be very deeply distressed. She met me with a storm of gay
reproaches. I had never seen her in better health or spirits. My
surprise must have been more evident than I supposed or intended,
for before I went away she told me the whole story. By that time
she had heard from Ceylon, a delicious letter with a pen-and-ink
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: the fishes nor the worms. This was habit. As for fowling, during
the last years that I carried a gun my excuse was that I was
studying ornithology, and sought only new or rare birds. But I
confess that I am now inclined to think that there is a finer way of
studying ornithology than this. It requires so much closer
attention to the habits of the birds, that, if for that reason only,
I have been willing to omit the gun. Yet notwithstanding the
objection on the score of humanity, I am compelled to doubt if
equally valuable sports are ever substituted for these; and when
some of my friends have asked me anxiously about their boys, whether
they should let them hunt, I have answered, yes -- remembering that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: search for the little lost prince of England, and now that
the period of his silence was drawing to a close, now
that more and more often opportunities were opening
up to him to wreak the last shred of his terrible ven-
geance, the very thought of being thwarted at the
final moment staggered his comprehension.
"On the fifth day," he repeated. "That is the day on
which we were to ride south again. Well, we shall
ride, and Simon de Montfort shall not talk with thee,
thou fool priest."
That same spring evening in the year 1264 a messen-
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