| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: Captain's tent, and the little flat-topped tree, with its white stem, and
its two gnarled branches spread out on either side. When he was within
forty paces of it, he paused. Far over the other side of the camp the two
men who were on guard stood chatting by the fire. A dead stillness was
over the rest of the camp. The light through the walls of the Captain's
tent made all clear at the stem of the little tree; but there was no sound
of movement within.
For a moment Peter Halket stood motionless; then he walked up to the tree.
The black man hung against the white stem, so closely bound to it that they
seemed one. His hands were tied to his sides, and his head drooped on his
breast. His eyes were closed; and his limbs, which had once been those of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: That graveled him, and he says:
"Huck Finn, I never see such a person as you to want
to spoil everything. As long as YOU can't see anything
hopeful in a thing, you won't let anybody else. What good
can it do you to throw cold water on that corpse and get
up that selfish theory that there ain't been any murder?
None in the world. I don't see how you can act so.
I wouldn't treat you like that, and you know it.
Here we've got a noble good opportunity to make
a ruputation, and--"
"Oh, go ahead," I says. "I'm sorry, and I take it all back.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: verge of screaming; I bit my hand. For a time the tentacle
was silent. I could have fancied it had been withdrawn.
Presently, with an abrupt click, it gripped something--I
thought it had me!--and seemed to go out of the cellar again.
For a minute I was not sure. Apparently it had taken a lump
of coal to examine.
I seized the opportunity of slightly shifting my position,
which had become cramped, and then listened. I whispered
passionate prayers for safety.
Then I heard the slow, deliberate sound creeping towards
me again. Slowly, slowly it drew near, scratching against the
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