| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: wrote a letter to Don Enrique, and finding Diego gave it to
him to be given in two hours into Don Enrique's hand.
Then Juan Lepe the squire changed in his own room, narrow
and bare as a cell, to the clothing of Juan Lepe the sailor.
CHAPTER VII
DUSK was drawing down as I stole with little trouble
out of the house into the street and thence into the
maze of Santa Fe. That night I slept with minstrels
and jugglers, and at sunrise slipped out of Cordova gate
with muleteers. They were for Cordova and I meant to go to
Malaga. I meant to find there a ship, maybe for Africa,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe?--Do, Trim, said my uncle
Toby.
I remember, said my uncle Toby, sighing again, the story of the ensign and
his wife, with a circumstance his modesty omitted;--and particularly well
that he, as well as she, upon some account or other (I forget what) was
universally pitied by the whole regiment;--but finish the story thou art
upon:--'Tis finished already, said the corporal,--for I could stay no
longer,--so wished his honour a good night; young Le Fever rose from off
the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs; and as we went down
together, told me, they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to
join the regiment in Flanders.--But alas! said the corporal,--the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: People expressed their commiseration for a woman
married to that Jack-in-the-box. He didn't care.
There was a man now (he told me boastfully) to
whom he could sing and talk in the language of his
country, and show how to dance by-and-by.
"But I don't know. To me he appeared to have
grown less springy of step, heavier in body, less
keen of eye. Imagination, no doubt; but it seems
to me now as if the net of fate had been drawn
closer round him already.
"One day I met him on the footpath over the
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