| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: Moreen's mustering so much philosophy for her defence - she seemed
to shake it out of her agitated petticoats, which knocked over the
light gilt chairs - so little did their young companion, MARKED,
unmistakeably marked at the best, strike him as qualified to
repudiate any advantage.
He himself was in for it at any rate. He should have Morgan on his
hands again indefinitely; though indeed he saw the lad had a
private theory to produce which would be intended to smooth this
down. He was obliged to him for it in advance; but the suggested
amendment didn't keep his heart rather from sinking, any more than
it prevented him from accepting the prospect on the spot, with some
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: "Yes - they all had their message, and they all get their reward.
The man who don't get his reward on earth, needn't bother - he will
get it here, sure."
"But why did they throw off on Shakespeare, that way, and put him
away down there below those shoe-makers and horse-doctors and
knife-grinders - a lot of people nobody ever heard of?"
"That is the heavenly justice of it - they warn't rewarded
according to their deserts, on earth, but here they get their
rightful rank. That tailor Billings, from Tennessee, wrote poetry
that Homer and Shakespeare couldn't begin to come up to; but nobody
would print it, nobody read it but his neighbors, an ignorant lot,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: 'This is dreadful,' said Morris, 'dreadful. I do not understand
one word that is addressed to me.'
'I give you my word of honour, no more do I,' said Michael.
'And in God's name, why whiskers?' cried Morris, pointing in a
ghastly manner at his cousin. 'Does my brain reel? How whiskers?'
'O, that's a matter of detail,' said Michael.
There was another silence, during which Morris appeared to
himself to be shot in a trapeze as high as St Paul's, and as low
as Baker Street Station.
'Let us recapitulate,' said Michael, 'unless it's really a dream,
in which case I wish Teena would call me for breakfast. My friend
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