| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: But Freda smiled, and continued to smile, till he came to spend
much time with her. When she, too, rode down the street behind
his wolf-dogs, the model-woman found food for thought, and the
next time they were together dazzled him with her princes and
cardinals and personal little anecdotes of courts and kings. She
also showed him dainty missives, superscribed, "My dear Loraine,"
and ended "Most affectionately yours," and signed by the given
name of a real live queen on a throne. And he marvelled in his
heart that the great woman should deign to waste so much as a
moment upon him. But she played him cleverly, making flattering
contrasts and comparisons between him and the noble phantoms she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: feeble light of the tallow dip an indescribable curiosity appeared in
the three anxious faces. Mademoiselle de Langeais opened the box, and
found a very fine lawn handkerchief, soiled with sweat; darker stains
appeared as they unfolded it.
"That is blood!" exclaimed the priest.
"It is marked with a royal crown!" cried Sister Agathe.
The women, aghast, allowed the precious relic to fall. For their
simple souls the mystery that hung about the stranger grew
inexplicable; as for the priest, from that day forth he did not even
try to understand it.
Before very long the prisoners knew that, in spite of the Terror, some
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: crossed a second-story bridge to what seemed plainly the tip of
a pointed wall, and descended to a ruinous corridor especially
rich in decadently elaborate and apparently ritualistic sculptures
of late workmanship - when, shortly before 8:30 P.M., Danforth’s
keen young nostrils gave us the first hint of something unusual.
If we had had a dog with us, I suppose we would have been warned
before. At first we could not precisely say what was wrong with
the formerly crystal-pure air, but after a few seconds our memories
reacted only too definitely. Let me try to state the thing without
flinching. There was an odor - and that odor was vaguely, subtly,
and unmistakably akin to what had nauseated us upon opening the
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