| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: broken into thousands of confused shapes, but none, Hans thought,
like the ordinary forms of splintered ice. There seemed a curious
EXPRESSION about all their outlines--a perpetual resemblance to
living features, distorted and scornful. Myriads of deceitful
shadows and lurid lights played and floated about and through the
pale blue pinnacles, dazzling and confusing the sight of the
traveler, while his ears grew dull and his head giddy with the
constant gush and roar of the concealed waters. These painful
circumstances increased upon him as he advanced; the ice crashed and
yawned into fresh chasms at his feet, tottering spires nodded around
him and fell thundering across his path; and though he had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: only the reins had to be adjusted, Nikita sent the other man to
the shed for some straw and to the barn for a drugget.
'There, that's all right! Now, now, don't bristle up!' said
Nikita, pressing down into the sledge the freshly threshed oat
straw the cook's husband had brought. 'And now let's spread
the sacking like this, and the drugget over it. There, like
that it will be comfortable sitting,' he went on, suiting the
action to the words and tucking the drugget all round over the
straw to make a seat.
'Thank you, dear man. Things always go quicker with two
working at it!' he added. And gathering up the leather reins
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: want to show you.'
'Morris,' interrupted Michael, 'I do wish you would let me add
one point, for I think it will affect your judgement. It's
pathetic too since that's your taste in literature.'
'Well, what is it?' said Morris.
'It's only the name of one of the persons who's to witness your
signature, Morris,' replied Michael. 'His name's Moss, my dear.'
There was a long silence. 'I might have been sure it was you!'
cried Morris.
'You'll sign, won't you?' said Michael.
'Do you know what you're doing?' cried Morris. 'You're
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