| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: the heir of Alaster of Glenstrae born 'among the willows' of a
fugitive mother, and the more loyal clansmen again rallying
under the name of Stevenson. A story would not be told so
often unless it had some base in fact; nor (if there were no
bond at all between the Red Macgregors and the Stevensons)
would that extraneous and somewhat uncouth name be so much
repeated in the legends of the Children of the Mist.
But I am enabled, by my very lively and obliging
correspondent, Mr. George A. Macgregor Stevenson of New York,
to give an actual instance. His grandfather, great-
grandfather, great-great-grandfather, and great-great-great-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: averted. They didn't use that name for it, but their delay from
minute to minute to join the others was a kind of confession that
they didn't quite want it to be a failure. Their attempted
supposition of reasons for their not having met but showed how
little they knew of each other. There came in fact a moment when
Marcher felt a positive pang. It was vain to pretend she was an
old friend, for all the communities were wanting, in spite of which
it was as an old friend that he saw she would have suited him. He
had new ones enough--was surrounded with them for instance on the
stage of the other house; as a new one he probably wouldn't have so
much as noticed her. He would have liked to invent something, get
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: Who prate that the wages
Of Folly are Death--toast the Fools of all ages!
They have ridden like froth down the whirlpools
of time,
They have jingled their caps in the councils of
state,
They have snared half the wisdom of life in a
rhyme,
And tripped into nothingness grinning at fate--
Ho, brothers mine,
Brim up the glasses with gooseberry wine!
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