| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: cutting whisper, pointing as he spoke to Jonathan.
"`Silence! If you make a sound I shall take him and dash his
brains out before your very eyes.' I was appalled and was
too bewildered to do or say anything. With a mocking smile,
he placed one hand upon my shoulder and, holding me tight,
bared my throat with the other, saying as he did so,
`First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions.
You may as well be quiet. It is not the first time,
or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!'
I was bewildered, and strangely enough, I did not want to hinder him.
I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: before starting homeward. We had told them that we should prefer to walk
back. The day was beautiful, and one could see a little blue piece of the
river, sparkling."
"'Here is where they are all buried,' said Ethel, and we paused before
brown old headstones with Beverly upon them. 'Died 1750; died 1767,'
continued Ethel, reading the names and inscriptions. 'I think one doesn't
mind the idea of lying in such a place as this.'"
"Some of the young people in the pew now came along the path. 'The
grandchildren,' said Ethel. 'She is probably too old to come to church.
Or she is in Europe.'"
"The young people had brought a basket with flowers from their place, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: of the galley. These cows were not for Almayer, however; they
were invoiced to Abdullah bin Selim, his enemy. Almayer's
disregard of my requirements was complete.
"If I were you I would try to find out where he's gone," I
insisted. "Hadn't you better call your men together or
something? He will throw himself down and cut his knees. He may
even break a leg, you know."
But Almayer, plunged in abstracted thought, did not seem to want
that pony any more. Amazed at this sudden indifference, I turned
all hands out on shore to hunt for him on my own account, or, at
any rate, to hunt for the canvas sling which he had round his
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