| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: from the house the windows could not be seen, but the light from
the lamp shone red and huge out of a shapeless black mass. And on
the river the same strange sounds went on, sobbing and rustling
and cracking and tinkling. Somewhere in the fog, not far off, a
cock crowed; another answered, and then others, far in the
village took up the cry till the sound of the crowing blended
into one, while all around was silent excepting the river. It was
the second time the cocks crowed that night.
Nekhludoff walked up and down behind the corner of the house, and
once or twice got into a puddle. Then again came up to the
window. The lamp was still burning, and she was again sitting
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: said the first voice. "God can be better served in other places,"
answered the second. As he lay listening he saw Seville again, and the
trees of Aranhal, where he had been born. The wind was blowing through
them, and in their branches he could hear the nightingales. "Empty!
Empty!" he said, aloud. And he lay for two days and nights hearing the
wind and the nightingales in the far trees of Aranhal. But Felipe,
watching, only heard the Padre crying through the hours, "Empty! Empty!"
Then the wind in the trees died down, and the Padre could get out of bed,
and soon be in the garden. But the voices within him still talked all the
while as he sat watching the sails when they passed between the
headlands. Their words, falling for ever the same way, beat his spirit
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: earth, or anywhere on the surface, all was alike to him. For my own
part the incidents of the journey had hitherto kept me amused, and
made me forgetful of coming evils; but now my fears again were
beginning to get the better of me. But what could I do? The place to
resist the Professor would have been Hamburg, not the foot of Snæfell.
One thought, above all others, harassed and alarmed me; it was one
calculated to shake firmer nerves than mine.
Now, thought I, here we are, about to climb Snæfell. Very good. We
will explore the crater. Very good, too, others have done as much
without dying for it. But that is not all. If there is a way to
penetrate into the very bowels of the island, if that ill-advised
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