| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: Now it is very quiet. Sometimes a peasant girl comes riding by between her
panniers, and you hear the mule's feet beat upon the bricks of the
pavement; sometimes an old woman goes past with a bundle of weeds upon her
head, or a brigand-looking man hurries by with a bundle of sticks in his
hand; but for the rest the Chapel lies here alone upon the promontory,
between the two bays and hears the sea break at its feet.
I came here one winter's day when the midday sun shone hot on the bricks of
the Roman road. I was weary, and the way seemed steep. I walked into the
chapel to the broken window, and looked out across the bay. Far off,
across the blue, blue water, were towns and villages, hanging white and red
dots, upon the mountain-sides, and the blue mountains rose up into the sky,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: omitted, four families at least of smiths, with every one two
servants--considering that, besides all the family work which
continually employs a smith, all the shoeing of horses, all the
ironwork of ploughs, carts, waggons, harrows, &c., must be wrought
by them. There was no allowance made for inns and ale-houses,
seeing it would be frequent that those who kept public-houses of
any sort would likewise have some other employment to carry on.
This was the scheme for settling the Palatinates, by which means
twenty families of farmers, handsomely set up and supported, would
lay a foundation, as I have said, for six or seven hundred of the
rest of their people; and as the land in New Forest is undoubtedly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: attempt on his part to escape. But the detective had already seen
something that told him that Langen was not thinking of flight.
When he turned to the desk, Muller had seen his eyes glisten while
a scornful smile parted his thin, lips. A second later he had let
his handkerchief fall, apparently carelessly, upon the desk. But
in this short space of time the detective's sharp eyes had seen a
tiny bottle upon which was a black label with a grinning skull.
Muller could not see whether the bottle was full or empty, but now
he knew that it must hold sufficient poison to enable the captured
criminal to escape open disgrace. Knowing this, Muller looked with
admiration at the calmness of the villain, whose intelligent eyes
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