| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: the felt brim under the wisp-broom's strokes, "I'm thinking
some of getting me a regular silk stove-pipe hat."
"Why don't you, then?" she rejoined, but without any ring
of glad acquiescence in her tone. He fancied that her
face lengthened a little, and he instantly ascribed it
to recollections of the way in which the roses had been
bullied out of her own headgear.
"You are quite sure, now, pet," he made haste to change
the subject, "that the hired girl can wait just as well
as not until fall?"
"Oh, MY, yes!" Alice replied, putting the hat on his head,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: Sir Richmond smiled again.
"Frankly," said the doctor, "this adventure is altogether
uncongenial to me. It is the sort of thing that has never
happened in my life. This highway coupling--"
"Don't you think," said Sir Richmond, "that you are attaching
rather too much--what shall I say--romantic?--flirtatious?--
meaning to this affair? I don't mind that after my rather
lavish confessions you should consider me a rather oversexed
person, but isn't your attitude rather unfair,--unjust,
indeed, and almost insulting, to this Miss Grammont? After
all, she's a young lady of very good social position indeed.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: things when he noticed that both the man and the horse-headed
Shantak appeared oddly fearful of them, hurrying past nervously
and shewing great tension until they were left far in the rear.
The Shantak now flew lower, revealing beneath the canopy of
cloud a grey barren plain whereon at great distances shone little
feeble fires. As they descended there appeared at intervals lone
huts of granite and bleak stone villages whose tiny windows glowed
with pallid light. And there came from those huts and villages
a shrill droning of pipes and a nauseous rattle of crotala which
proved at once that Inquanok's people are right in their geographic
rumours. For travellers have heard such sounds before, and know
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