| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: in the other. A fellow came shot through the forearm. "It doesn't
hurt now," he said, as he bought his cartridges; "but it will hurt
to-morrow, and I want to fight while I can." A third followed, a
mere boy, with the end of his nose shot off: "Have you any
painkiller? give it me quick, so that I can get back to fight." On
either side, there was the same delight in sound and smoke and
schoolboy cheering, the same unsophisticated ardour of battle; and
the misdirected skirmish proceeded with a din, and was illustrated
with traits of bravery that would have fitted a Waterloo or a
Sedan.
I have said how little I regard the alleged plan of battle. At
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: she was looking for she said she had mislaid something that Mr.
Paraday had lent her. I ascertained in a moment that the article
in question is a manuscript, and I've a foreboding that it's the
noble morsel he read me six weeks ago. When I expressed my
surprise that he should have bandied about anything so precious (I
happen to know it's his only copy - in the most beautiful hand in
all the world) Lady Augusta confessed to me that she hadn't had it
from himself, but from Mrs. Wimbush, who had wished to give her a
glimpse of it as a salve for her not being able to stay and hear it
read.
"'Is that the piece he's to read,' I asked, 'when Guy Walsingham
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: with the copper colour that marks the red men of Mars from
the other races of the dying planet--he was like them,
and yet there was a subtle difference greater even than
that which lay in his lighter skin and his grey eyes.
There was a difference, too, in his movements. He came on
in great leaps that carried him so swiftly over the ground
that the speed of the guardsmen was as nothing by comparison.
Astok still clutched Thuvia's wrist as the young warrior
confronted him. The new-comer wasted no time and he spoke
but a single word.
"Calot!" he snapped, and then his clenched fist
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