| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: Tortoise. "Shall we race?"
So a course was fixed and a start was made. The Hare darted
almost out of sight at once, but soon stopped and, to show his
contempt for the Tortoise, lay down to have a nap. The Tortoise
plodded on and plodded on, and when the Hare awoke from his nap,
he saw the Tortoise just near the winning-post and could not run
up in time to save the race. Then said the Tortoise:
"Plodding wins the race."
The Old Man and Death
An old labourer, bent double with age and toil, was gathering
sticks in a forest. At last he grew so tired and hopeless that he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: crude gaslight, round the pale, naked walls of the entrance hall,
which with its scanty First Empire decorations suggested the
peristyle of a toy temple, there was a flaring display of lofty
yellow posters bearing the name of "Nana" in great black letters.
Gentlemen, who seemed to be glued to the entry, were reading them;
others, standing about, were engaged in talk, barring the doors of
the house in so doing, while hard by the box office a thickset man
with an extensive, close-shaven visage was giving rough answers to
such as pressed to engage seats.
"There's Bordenave," said Fauchery as he came down the stairs. But
the manager had already seen him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: received. It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense
fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood; and near the table, laid
for a plentiful evening meal, I was pleased to observe the
'missis,' an individual whose existence I had never previously
suspected. I bowed and waited, thinking she would bid me take a
seat. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained
motionless and mute.
'Rough weather!' I remarked. 'I'm afraid, Mrs. Heathcliff, the
door must bear the consequence of your servants' leisure
attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me.'
She never opened her mouth. I stared - she stared also: at any
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