| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: back. Are you ready?"
"Yes, dear, quite ready. Give me a kiss before you
begin."
The doctor stooped and kissed her mouth, kindly enough.
"Now shut your eyes," he said. The girl closed her eyelids, as
if she were tired, and longed for sleep, and Raymond placed the
green phial to her nostrils. Her face grew white, whiter than
her dress; she struggled faintly, and then with the feeling of
submission strong within her, crossed her arms upon her breast
as a little child about to say her prayers. The bright light
of the lamp fell full upon her, and Clarke watched changes
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 2 by Alexis de Toqueville: perfectly equal, and consequently independent; nothing brings
them forcibly together, but nothing keeps them apart; and as they
have the same origin, as they are trained under the same roof, as
they are treated with the same care, and as no peculiar privilege
distinguishes or divides them, the affectionate and youthful
intimacy of early years easily springs up between them. Scarcely
any opportunities occur to break the tie thus formed at the
outset of life; for their brotherhood brings them daily together,
without embarrassing them. It is not, then, by interest, but by
common associations and by the free sympathy of opinion and of
taste, that democracy unites brothers to each other. It divides
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: upon it packed tight, only now there were with
them many women and children who made much
noise. A cold rain fell, the wind blew in his face;
he was wet through, and his teeth chattered. He
and the young man from the same valley took each
other by the hand.
"They thought they were being taken to Amer-
ica straight away, but suddenly the steam-machine
bumped against the side of a thing like a house on
the water. The walls were smooth and black, and
there uprose, growing from the roof as it were,
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