| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: where they would thin somewhat, standing quite dead or dying among
the unnaturally dense fungi and the rotting mould and mushy logs
of their fallen brothers. There he would turn sharply aside, for
at that spot a mighty slab of stone rests on the forest floor;
and those who have dared approach it say that it bears an iron
ring three feet wide. Remembering the archaic circle of great
mossy rocks, and what it was possibly set up for, the Zoogs do
not pause near that expansive slab with its huge ring; for they
realise that all which is forgotten need not necessarily be dead,
and they would not like to see the slab rise slowly and deliberately.
Carter detoured at the proper place, and heard behind him the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "No matter about that," returned the Scarecrow.
"Just toss me over and I'll be satisfied."
So the Champion picked up the Scarecrow
and balanced him a moment, to see how much
he weighed, and then with all his strength
tossed him high into the air.
Perhaps if the Scarecrow had been a trifle
heavier he would have been easier to throw and
would have gone a greater distance; but, as it
was, instead of going over the fence he landed
just on top of it, and one of the sharp pickets
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: regard his presence. I pointed out to him that I could not
continue to give him a salary for spitting on the floor; and
this expression, which came after a good many others, at last
penetrated his obdurate wits. He rose at once, and said if
that was the way he was going to be spoke to, he reckoned he
would quit. And, no one interposing, he departed.
So far, so good. But we had no firewood. The next
afternoon, I strolled down to Rufe's and consulted him on the
subject. It was a very droll interview, in the large, bare
north room of the Silverado Hotel, Mrs. Hanson's patchwork on
a frame, and Rufe, and his wife, and I, and the oaf himself,
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