| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: impression of having become suddenly deaf. When, next moment, he
became sure that she was sitting up, and really very quiet, it was as
though everything--men, things, sensations, had come to a rest. He was
prepared to be grateful. He could not take his eyes off her, fearing,
yet unwilling to admit, the possibility of her beginning again; for,
the experience, however contemptuously he tried to think of it, had
left the bewilderment of a mysterious terror. Her face was streaming
with water and tears; there was a wisp of hair on her forehead,
another stuck to her cheek; her hat was on one side, undecorously
tilted; her soaked veil resembled a sordid rag festooning her
forehead. There was an utter unreserve in her aspect, an abandonment
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: was nobody there. He looked round the room and under the table and
a great many times behind him, but there was certainly nobody there,
and he sat down again at the window. This time he didn't speak, but
he couldn't help thinking again that it would be very convenient if
the river were really all gold.
"Not at all, my boy," said the same voice, louder than
before.
"Bless me!" said Gluck again, "what is that?" He looked
again into all the corners and cupboards, and then began turning
round and round as fast as he could, in the middle of the room,
thinking there was somebody behind him, when the same voice struck
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Illustrious Gaudissart by Honore de Balzac: children?' 'Yes.' 'Twelve years old?' 'Just about.' 'Well, then,
the "Children's Journal" is the very thing for you; six francs a
year, one number a month, double columns, edited by great literary
lights, well got up, good paper, engravings from charming sketches
by our best artists, actual colored drawings of the Indies--will
not fade.' I fired my broadside 'feelings of a father, etc.,
etc.,'--in short, a subscription instead of a quarrel. 'There's
nobody but Gaudissart who can get out of things like that,' said
that little cricket Lamard to the big Bulot at the cafe, when he
told him the story.
"I leave to-morrow for Amboise. I shall do up Amboise in two days,
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