| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: waving about the sleeves of his fur coat, which were at least
twice as long as his arms, shout:
"Go it, Vaska! Beat the thousand roublers! Hey, my kittens!"
And to the accompaniment of loud, malicious laughter from Sobol
and his Vaska the doctor's kittens raced ahead. My Nikanor took
it as an affront, and held in his three horses, but when the
doctor's bells had passed out of hearing, he raised his elbows,
shouted, and our horses flew like mad in pursuit. We drove into a
village, there were glimpses of lights, the silhouettes of huts.
Some one shouted:
"Ah, the devils!" We seemed to have galloped a mile and a half,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: a boy of six who was digging mud at the foot of an
ancient ivy-covered tower.
"C'est le tour du Connetable," the child lisped. "Et
v'la, monsieur!" pointing to a filthy pen with a gate of
black oak; "v'la le donjon de Clisson!"
"Who was Clisson?" said Lisa impatiently.
"A live man to Froissart--and to this boy," said George,
laughing. "I told you that we had gone back seven
centuries. This fog comes in from the Morbihan sea where
Arthur and his knights went sailing to find the Holy
Greal. They have not come back. And south yonder is the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: out of your own head for MY taking the command, whilk I would
have gladly done had you been to fight with any Christian
weapons, is out of the question, when you are to combat like
quivered Numidians. I will, however, play my part with my
pistols in the approaching melley, in respect my carabine
unhappily remains at Gustavus's saddle.--My service and thanks to
you," he continued, addressing a mountaineer who offered him a
bow; "Dugald Dalgetty may say of himself, as he learned at
Mareschal-College,
"Non eget Mauri jaculis, neque arcu,
Nec venenatis gravida sagittis,
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