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The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:

and I have been talking, I think, of nothing but you all the way." As she spoke she let the eagerness that would insist of coming out show itself in her smile. "And still no sign of my brother."

"Do call him, Alexey," said the old countess. Vronsky stepped out onto the platform and shouted:

"Oblonsky! Here!"

Madame Karenina, however, did not wait for her brother, but catching sight of him she stepped out with her light, resolute step. And as soon as her brother had erached her, with a gesture that struck Vronsky by its decision and its grace, she flung her


Anna Karenina
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:

WARWICK. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; For York in justice puts his armour on.

PRINCE. If that be right which Warwick says is right, There is no wrong, but every thing is right.

RICHARD. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.

QUEEN MARGARET. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard:

stew-pan--and when I was there that March, which, of course, is autumn in this part of Africa, the whole place reeked of fever. Every morning, as I trekked along down by the Oliphant River, I used to creep from the waggon at dawn and look out. But there was no river to be seen--only a long line of billows of what looked like the finest cotton wool tossed up lightly with a pitchfork. It was the fever mist. Out from among the scrub, too, came little spirals of vapour, as though there were hundreds of tiny fires alight in it--reek rising from thousands of tons of rotting vegetation. It was a beautiful place, but the beauty was the beauty of death; and all those lines and blots of vapour wrote one great word across the surface of the country, and that word was 'fever.'


Long Odds