| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: "Heaven forbid! In that case how could she take life as she does?"
"How DOES she take life? That's the question!" He sat there
bewilderedly brooding; the tears rose to his lids; they reminded me
of those I had seen in Flora's the day I risked my enquiry. The
question he had asked was one that to my own satisfaction I was
ready to answer, but I hesitated to let him hear as yet all that my
reflections had suggested. I was indeed privately astonished at
their ingenuity. For the present I only rejoined that it struck me
she was playing a particular game; at which he went on as if he
hadn't heard me, suddenly haunted with a fear, lost in the dark
possibility. "Do you mean there's a danger of anything very bad?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: discipline, no ruler, no responsibility. This is a masterless
world. This is pure democracy. This is the natural state of men.
This is the world of the bully and the brigand and assassin, the
world of the mud-pelter and brawler, the world of the bent woman,
the world of the flea and the fly, the open drain and the baying
dog. This is what the British sentimentalist thinks a noble state
for men."
"They fight for freedom."
"They fight among each other. There are their private feuds and
their village feuds and above all that great feud religion. In
Albania there is only one religion and that is hate. But there are
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: estate.
Adam put up a rough corrugated-iron shed behind the Grove, in which
he stored his explosives. All being ready for his great attempt
whenever the time should come, he was now content to wait, and, in
order to pass the time, interested himself in other things--even in
Caswall's great kite, which still flew from the high tower of Castra
Regis.
The mound of fine sand grew to proportions so vast as to puzzle the
bailiffs and farmers round the Brow. The hour of the intended
cataclysm was approaching apace. Adam wished--but in vain--for an
opportunity, which would appear to be natural, of visiting Caswall
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