| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops- ours and
the enemy's. The ground to the right- along the course of the
Kolocha and Moskva rivers- was broken and hilly. Between the hollows
the villages of Bezubova and Zakharino showed in the distance. On
the left the ground was more level; there were fields of grain, and
the smoking ruins of Semenovsk, which had been burned down, could be
seen.
All that Pierre saw was so indefinite that neither the left nor
the right side of the field fully satisfied his expectations.
Nowhere could he see the battlefield he had expected to find, but only
fields, meadows, troops, woods, the smoke of campfires, villages,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: sir, I'm so afraid of pain and he knew that - he knew that I was
afraid of being hurt and that I'd always do what he asked of me.
And because I don't like to be hurt myself I always finished them
off quickly."
"Finished who?"
"Why, there was Red Betty, he wanted her money."
"Who wanted it?"
"Gyuri."
The man at the wall moved when he heard this terrible accusation.
But the detective took up his revolver again. "Be quiet there!" he
called, with a look such as he might have thrown at an angry dog.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: she had begun to chatter as soon as she joined him.
Winterbourne's preference had been that they should be
conveyed to Chillon in a carriage; but she expressed a lively
wish to go in the little steamer; she declared that she had
a passion for steamboats. There was always such a lovely
breeze upon the water, and you saw such lots of people.
The sail was not long, but Winterbourne's companion found time
to say a great many things. To the young man himself their
little excursion was so much of an escapade--an adventure--
that, even allowing for her habitual sense of freedom,
he had some expectation of seeing her regard it in the same way.
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