| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: the consul wrote, had now been at large for eight months from
Weber's prison. It was pretended they had since then completed
their term of punishment elsewhere. Dr. Stuebel did not seek to
conceal his incredulity; but he took ground beyond; he declared the
point irrelevant. The law was to be enforced. The men were
condemned to a certain period in Weber's prison; they had run away;
they must now be brought back and (whatever had become of them in
the interval) work out the sentence. Doubtless Dr. Stuebel's
demands were substantially just; but doubtless also they bore from
the outside a great appearance of harshness; and when the king
submitted, the murmurs of the people increased.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: seen her with the portrait of Acton Hague. Finally, in this way,
he arrived at a conception of the total, the ideal, which left a
clear opportunity for just another figure. "Just one more - to
round it off; just one more, just one," continued to hum in his
head. There was a strange confusion in the thought, for he felt
the day to be near when he too should be one of the Others. What
in this event would the Others matter to him, since they only
mattered to the living? Even as one of the Dead what would his
altar matter to him, since his particular dream of keeping it up
had melted away? What had harmony to do with the case if his
lights were all to be quenched? What he had hoped for was an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire, of BLANK place, refuse you, Constantia
Neville, spinster, of no place at all, for my true and lawful wife. So
Constance Neville may marry whom she pleases, and Tony Lumpkin is his
own man again.
SIR CHARLES. O brave 'squire!
HASTINGS. My worthy friend!
MRS. HARDCASTLE. My undutiful offspring!
MARLOW. Joy, my dear George! I give you joy sincerely. And could I
prevail upon my little tyrant here to be less arbitrary, I should be
the happiest man alive, if you would return me the favour.
HASTINGS. (To MISS HARDCASTLE.) Come, madam, you are now driven to
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