| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: trembled for joy.
Upon the lid of the box were these words in the father's
handwriting, written in letters as red as blood: "Fool, fool!
Thou hast been a fool once, thou hast been a fool twice; be not a
fool for a third time. Restore this casket whence it was taken,
and depart."
"I will see what is in the box, at any rate," said the young man.
He opened it. There was nothing in it but a hollow glass jar the
size of an egg. The young man took the jar from the box; it was
as hot as fire. He cried out and let it fall. The jar burst upon
the floor with a crack of thunder; the house shook and rocked,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: antiquated prejudice that demanded a third wheel and a black coat
from a clerical rider. He looked at Phipps and Hoopdriver for a
moment, then extending his hand towards the latter, he waved it
up and down three times, saying, "Tchak, tchak, tchak," very
deliberately as he did so. Then with a concluding "Ugh!" and a
gesture of repugnance he passed on into the dining-room from
which the voice of Miss Mergle was distinctly audible remarking
that the weather was extremely hot even for the time of year.
This expression of extreme disapprobation had a very demoralizing
effect upon Hoopdriver, a demoralization that was immediately
completed by the advent of the massive Widgery.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: I don't suppose it's anything serious; but you have no option.
Take the first steamer; but don't be alarmed.
Lord Lambeth made his farewells; but the few last words that he exchanged
with Bessie Alden are the only ones that have a place in our record.
"Of course I needn't assure you," he said, "that if you should come to England
next year, I expect to be the first person that you inform of it."
Bessie Alden looked at him a little, and she smiled.
"Oh, if we come to London," she answered, "I should think you
would hear of it."
Percy Beaumont returned with his cousin, and his sense of duty
compelled him, one windless afternoon, in mid-Atlantic, to say
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