| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: of that sort,' she had said, `so that one could keep up a
conversation! But how CAN you talk with a person if they always
say the same thing?'
On this occasion the kitten only purred: and it was impossible
to guess whether it meant `yes' or `no.'
So Alice hunted among the chessmen on the table till she had
found the Red Queen: then she went down on her knees on the
hearth-rug, and put the kitten and the Queen to look at each
other. `Now, Kitty!' she cried, clapping her hands triumphantly.
`Confess that was what you turned into!'
(`But it wouldn't look at it,' she said, when she was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: that rebellion, you might have been giving the law where you have now
received the judgment of it; we, who are this day your judges, might
have been tried before one of your mock courts of judicature; and then
you might have been satiated with the blood of any name or clan to
which you had an aversion."
"This is to let the cat out of the bag, indeed," thought I. And that
was the general impression. It was extraordinary how the young
advocate lads took hold and made a mock of this speech, and how scarce
a meal passed but what someone would get in the words: "And then you
might have been satiated." Many songs were made in time for the hour's
diversion, and are near all forgot. I remember one began:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: life!"
And Amyas dragged him down into the bushes on his left hand; for
one of the negroes, wakening suddenly with a cry, had sat up, and
began crossing himself four or five times, in fear of "Duppy," and
mumbling various charms, ayes, or what not.
The light above was extinguished instantly.
"Did you see her?" whispered Frank.
"No."
"I did--the shadow of the face, and the neck! Can I be mistaken?"
And then, covering his face with his hands, he murmured to himself,
"Misery! misery! So near and yet impossible?"
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