| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: ejaculations of "Hey, friar Michael! What means this, honest friar?
Hold, ghostly friar! Hold, holy friar!"--till Matilda interposed,
and delivered the battered sheriff to the care of the foresters.
The friar continued flourishing his staff among the sheriff's men,
knocking down one, breaking the ribs of another, dislocating
the shoulder of a third, flattening the nose of a fourth,
cracking the skull of a fifth, and pitching a sixth into the river,
till the few, who were lucky enough to escape with whole bones,
clapped spurs to their horses and fled for their lives,
under a farewell volley of arrows.
Sir Ralph's squire, meanwhile, was glad of the excuse of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: or Washington. John Lambert at forty was as absolutely
ignorant of the qualities and habits of a cultivated woman as
of the details of her toilet. The plain domesticity of his
departed wife he had understood and prized; he remembered her
household ways as he did her black alpaca dress; indeed, except
for that item of apparel, she was not so unlike himself. In
later years he had seen the women of society; he had heard them
talk; he had heard men talk about them, wittily or wickedly, at
the clubs; he had perceived that a good many of them wished to
marry him, and yet, after all, he knew no more of them than of
the rearing of humming-birds or orchids,--dainty, tropical
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: and directness with which probably only Russians give and take
bribes, he gives the guard the note. The latter takes it, folds
it in four, and without undue haste puts it in his pocket.
After that all three go out of the room, and waking the sleeping
guard on the way, go on to the platform.
"What weather!" grumbles the head guard, shrugging his shoulders.
"You can't see your hand before your face."
"Yes, it's vile weather."
From the window they can see the flaxen head of the telegraph
clerk appear beside the green lamp and the telegraphic apparatus;
soon after another head, bearded and wearing a red cap, appears
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