| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce: engulfed a great draught of air, which instantly he expelled
in a shriek!
He was now in full possession of his physical senses. They
were, indeed, preternaturally keen and alert. Something in
the awful disturbance of his organic system had so exalted
and refined them that they made record of things never before
perceived. He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their
separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on
the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves
and the veining of each leaf -- he saw the very insects upon
them: the locusts, the brilliant bodied flies, the gray
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: this is but a temporary dispensation; this is but a puff of
wind, this is but a spit of rain and by with it. Already
there's a blue bow in the west, and the sun will take the
crown of the causeway again, and your things'll be dried upon
ye, and your flesh will be warm upon your bones. But O,
sirs, sirs! for the day of the Lord's anger!'
His rhetoric was set forth with an ear-piercing elocution,
and a voice that sometimes crashed like cannon. Such as it
was, it was the gift of all hill-preachers, to a singular
degree of likeness or identity. Their images scarce ranged
beyond the red horizon of the moor and the rainy hill-top,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: foot. What it was, and whether it had to do with M. de
Cocheforet, I could not tell. But there it was, and I grew more
curious the longer I remained alone.
She came back to me presently, looking thoughtful and a trifle
downcast.
'That was Clon, was it not?' I said, studying her face,
'Yes,' she answered. She spoke absently, and did not look at me.
'How does he talk to you?' I asked, speaking a trifle curtly.
As I intended, my tone roused her. 'By signs,' she said.
'Is he--is he not a little mad?" I ventured. I wanted to make
her talk and forget herself.
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