| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley: water-baby, alas! but it was a lobster; and a very distinguished
lobster he was; for he had live barnacles on his claws, which is a
great mark of distinction in lobsterdom, and no more to be bought
for money than a good conscience or the Victoria Cross.
Tom had never seen a lobster before; and he was mightily taken with
this one; for he thought him the most curious, odd, ridiculous
creature he had ever seen; and there he was not far wrong; for all
the ingenious men, and all the scientific men, and all the fanciful
men, in the world, with all the old German bogy-painters into the
bargain, could never invent, if all their wits were boiled into
one, anything so curious, and so ridiculous, as a lobster.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: "You may say anything without offence. But has it never occurred
to your sagacity that I just, simply, loved you?"
"Just - simply," she repeated in a wistful tone.
"You didn't want to trouble your head about it, is that it?"
"My poor head. From your tone one might think you yearned to cut
it off. No, my dear, I have made up my mind not to lose my head."
"You would be astonished to know how little I care for your mind."
"Would I? Come and sit on the couch all the same," she said after
a moment of hesitation. Then, as I did not move at once, she added
with indifference: "You may sit as far away as you like, it's big
enough, goodness knows."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Magic of Oz by L. Frank Baum: get enough magic then to conquer my own Kingdom of the Nomes, and I'll
go back and live in my underground caverns, which are more home-like
than the top of the earth. So here's my proposition: Help me conquer
Oz and get revenge, and help me get the magic away from Glinda and the
Wizard, and I'll let you be King of Oz forever afterward."
"I'll think it over," answered Kiki, and that is all he would say
that evening.
In the night when all in the Inn were asleep but himself, old Ruggedo
the Nome rose softly from his couch and went into the room of Kiki Aru
the Hyup, and searched everywhere for the magic tool that performed his
transformations. Of course, there was no such tool, and although
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