| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: could kill filled him with a sense of power that was veritably
royal. He felt physically larger. It was the joy of battle, the
horrid exhilaration of killing, the animal of the race, the human
brute suddenly aroused and dominating every instinct and tradition
of centuries of civilization. The fight still was going forward.
Wilbur could hear the sounds of it, though from where he stood all
sight was shut off by the smoke of the burning house. As he
turned about, knife in hand, debating what next he should do, a
figure burst down upon him, shadowy and distorted through the
haze.
It was Moran, but Moran as Wilbur had never seen her before. Her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: Excuse a plain seaman if he regards with scorn the likes of you
pore land-lubbers ashore now. (Reference to nautical ditty.)
Which I may however be allowed to add that when eight months' mail
was laid by my side one evening in Apia, and my wife and I sat up
the most of the night to peruse the same - (precious indisposed we
were next day in consequence) - no letter, out of so many, more
appealed to our hearts than one from the pore, stick-in-the-mud,
land-lubbering, common (or garden) Londoner, James Payn. Thank you
for it; my wife says, 'Can't I see him when we get back to London?'
I have told her the thing appeared to me within the spear of
practical politix. (Why can't I spell and write like an honest,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne: in the broad aisle. Poor and forsaken as we are, some pew-door
will be opened to us!"
So Hepzibah and her brother made themselves, ready--as ready
as they could in the best of their old-fashioned garments, which
had hung on pegs, or been laid away in trunks, so long that the
dampness and mouldy smell of the past was on them,--made themselves
ready, in their faded bettermost, to go to church. They descended
the staircase together,--gaunt, sallow Hepzibah, and pale, emaciated,
age-stricken Clifford! They pulled open the front door, and stepped
across the threshold, and felt, both of them, as if they were standing
in the presence of the whole world, and with mankind's great and
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