| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: having bought a whistle when I did not want one. I find I
regret this, or would regret it if I gave myself the time,
not only on personal but on moral and philanthropical
considerations. For, first, in a world where money is
wanting to buy books for eager students and food and medicine
for pining children, and where a large majority are starved
in their most immediate desires, it is surely base, stupid,
and cruel to squander money when I am pushed by no appetite
and enjoy no return of genuine satisfaction. My philanthropy
is wide enough in scope to include myself; and when I have
made myself happy, I have at least one good argument that I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: how the battle was going, had hastened to the safety of
their buried city. When we had overcome their gorilla-
men we followed after them.
But here we were doomed to defeat, at least tempo-
rarily; for no sooner had the first of our troops descended
into the subterranean avenues than many of them came
stumbling and fighting their way back to the surface,
half-choked by the fumes of some deadly gas that the
reptiles had liberated upon them. We lost a number of
men here. Then I sent for Perry, who had remained
discreetly in the rear, and had him construct a little
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: hurried and bent forward furtively.
"Where are they going?" asked the bishop, leaning forward to
look out of the window of the fly, and then: "Where is it all
going?"
And presently the road was under repair, and was being done at
a great pace with a huge steam-roller, mechanically smashed
granite, and kettles of stinking stuff, asphalt or something of
that sort, that looked and smelt like Milton's hell. Beyond, a
gaunt hoarding advertised extensively the Princhester Music Hall,
a mean beastly place that corrupted boys and girls; and also it
clamoured of tyres and potted meats....
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