| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: rest tramped along, chatting subduedly, occasionally making some
scientific or philosophical remark in a louder tone, in order
that Miss Wilson might overhear and give them due credit. Save a
herdsman, who seemed to have caught something of the nature and
expression of the beasts he tended, they met no one until they
approached the village, where, on the brow of an acclivity,
masculine humanity appeared in the shape of two curates: one
tall, thin, close-shaven, with a book under his arm, and his neck
craned forward; the other middle-sized, robust, upright, and
aggressive, with short black whiskers, and an air of protest
against such notions as that a clergyman may not marry, hunt,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: weel as the law of arms, in the person of the commissionate."
"You are not come hither to lecture us upon the law of arms,
sir," said the Marquis, "which neither does nor can apply to
rebels and insurgents; but to suffer the penalty of your
insolence and folly for bringing a traitorous message to the Lord
Justice General of Scotland, whose duty calls upon him to punish
such an offence with death."
"Gentlemen," said the Captain, who began much to dislike the turn
which his mission seemed about to take, "I pray you to remember,
that the Earl of Montrose will hold you and your possessions
liable for whatever injury my person, or my horse, shall sustain
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: dear to my heart. Thus I found room for everything in the basket,
and even stowed the boating-coat on the top. By means of an end of
cord I slung it under one arm; and although the cord cut my
shoulder, and the jacket hung almost to the ground, it was with a
heart greatly lightened that I set forth again.
I had now an arm free to thrash Modestine, and cruelly I chastised
her. If I were to reach the lakeside before dark, she must bestir
her little shanks to some tune. Already the sun had gone down into
a windy-looking mist; and although there were still a few streaks
of gold far off to the east on the hills and the black fir-woods,
all was cold and grey about our onward path. An infinity of little
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