| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: The soft silvery light was pleasant to her eyes, and her little
trembling hand expressed to Harry, who clasped it, how deeply
she was affected by the scene.
"Let us embark now," said James Starr. "We have to get to the top
of Arthur's Seat before sunrise."
The boat was moored to a post on the bank. A boatman awaited them.
Nell and her friends took their seats; the sail was spread;
it quickly filled before the northwesterly breeze, and they sped
on their way.
What a new sensation was this for the maiden! She had been rowed on
the waters of Lake Malcolm; but the oar, handled ever so lightly by Harry,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: sat hour after hour, thinking.
The substance of my thoughts does not matter, since the events
that followed make them superfluous to the story. I will merely
record, therefore, that towards dawn a great horror took hold of
me. I did not know of what I was afraid, but I was much afraid
of something. Nothing was passing in either Heda's or our room,
of that I made sure by personal examination. Therefore it would
seem that my terrors were unnecessary, and yet they grew and
grew. I felt sure that something was happening somewhere, a
dread occurrence which it was beyond my power to prevent, though
whether it were in this house or at the other end of Africa I did
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Have we not heard that cry before?
Somewhere, somewhere,
Beside a sea, in the green evening,
Beneath green clouds, in a copper sky . . .
Was it you? was it I?
They have quenched the fires, they dance in the darkness,
The satyrs have run among them to seize and tear,
Look! he has caught one by the hair,
She screams and falls, he bears her away with him,
And the night grows full of whistling wings.
Far off, one voice, serene and sweet,
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