| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: drove you'll be, if we ARE goin' to hell!"
When the SPRAY shouldered the scow back to position that one pile
was left standing upright in the channel, a monument to the blind
determination of the man.
Fortunately the wing break carried with it but a few logs; but it
sufficed to show, if demonstration were needed, what would happen if
any more serious break should occur.
Orde was everywhere. Long since he had lost his hat; and over his
forehead and into his eyes the strands of his hair whipped tousled
and unkempt. Miles and miles he travelled; running along the tops
of the booms, over the surface of the jam, spying the weakening
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac: signifies its exact contrary. Marie shrugged her shoulders.
"You are a child," she said. "Some misfortune has happened to you."
"No, not to me," he replied. "But you will know all soon enough,
Marie," he added, affectionately.
"What were you thinking of when I came in?" she asked, in a tone of
authority.
"Do you want to know the truth?" She nodded. "I was thinking of you; I
was saying to myself that most men in my place would have wanted to be
loved without reserve. I am loved, am I not?"
"Yes," she answered.
"And yet," he said, taking her round the waist and kissing her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: with the news of his being delivered, revived him, and he sat up in
the boat. But when Friday came to hear him speak, and look in his
face, it would have moved any one to tears to have seen how Friday
kissed him, embraced him, hugged him, cried, laughed, hallooed,
jumped about, danced, sang; then cried again, wrung his hands, beat
his own face and head; and then sang and jumped about again like a
distracted creature. It was a good while before I could make him
speak to me or tell me what was the matter; but when he came a
little to himself he told me that it was his father.
It is not easy for me to express how it moved me to see what
ecstasy and filial affection had worked in this poor savage at the
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