| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: again in her impulsive way.
"Depend upon it," she said, "there is very little direct
retribution in this world."
Phil looked up, quite pleased at her indorsing one of his
favorite views. She looked, as she always did, indignant at
having said anything to please him.
"Yes," said she, "it is the indirect retribution that crushes.
I've seen enough of that, God knows. Kate, give me my
thimble."
Malbone had that smooth elasticity of surface which made even
Aunt Jane's strong fingers slip from him as they might from a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: you to draw your jib, douse the glim, an' turn in, seein' as 'ow
it worrits you. Jes' lay to that, you swab, or so 'elp me I'll
take a pull on your peak-purchases!"
Kent was so nervous that it took three puffs to blow out the
slush-lamp, and he crawled into his blankets without even removing
his moccasins. The sailor was soon snoring lustily from his hard
bed on the floor, but Kent lay staring up into the blackness, one
hand on the shotgun, resolved not to close his eyes the whole
night. He had not had an opportunity to secrete his five pounds
of gold, and it lay in the ammunition box at the head of his bunk.
But, try as he would, he at last dozed off with the weight of his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: they had not traced us up the crack after all, in spite of the tell-tale
heap of broken fungi that must have lain beneath it. At times the cleft
narrowed so much that we could scarce squeeze up it; at others it expanded
into great drusy cavities, studded with prickly crystals or thickly beset
with dull, shining fungoid pimples. Sometimes it twisted spirally, and at
other times slanted down nearly to the horizontal direction. Ever and
again there was the intermittent drip and trickle of water by us. Once or
twice it seemed to us that small living things had rustled out of our
reach, but what they were we never saw. They may have been venomous beasts
for all I know, but they did us no harm, and we were now tuned to a pitch
when a weird creeping thing more or less mattered little. And at last, far
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