| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: for you, long's poor mother ain't come. I ain't nothin' like so
handy with a conveyance as I be with a good bo't. Comes o' my
early bringing-up. I expect we've got to make that great high
wagon do. The tires want settin' and 'tis all loose-jointed, so I
can hear it shackle the other side o' the ridge. We'll put the
basket in front. I ain't goin' to have it bouncin' an' twirlin'
all the way. Why, I've been makin' some nice hearts and rounds to
carry."
These were signs of high festivity, and my interest deepened
moment by moment.
"I'll go down to the Beggs' and get the horse just as soon as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: gigantic struggle. I had not entered the army on my own initiative,
but rather as a natural result of the enlistment of the man whose
indispensable assistant I was -- the celebrated Boston surgical
specialist, Dr. Herbert West. Dr. West had been avid for a chance
to serve as surgeon in a great war, and when the chance had come,
he carried me with him almost against my will. There were reasons
why I could have been glad to let the war separate us; reasons
why I found the practice of medicine and the companionship of
West more and more irritating; but when he had gone to Ottawa
and through a colleague’s influence secured a medical commission
as Major, I could not resist the imperious persuasion of one determined
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: in Cumnor Street this afternoon, Lady Alroy," I said very calmly.
She looked at me in terror but made no attempt to take the
handkerchief. "What were you doing there?" I asked. "What right
have you to question me?" she answered. "The right of a man who
loves you," I replied; "I came here to ask you to be my wife." She
hid her face in her hands, and burst into floods of tears. "You
must tell me," I continued. She stood up, and, looking me straight
in the face, said, "Lord Murchison, there is nothing to tell you."
- "You went to meet some one," I cried; "this is your mystery."
She grew dreadfully white, and said, "I went to meet no one." -
"Can't you tell the truth?" I exclaimed. "I have told it," she
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