| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: the Minuai went on in silence through clean white marble
streets, till they came to the hall of Alcinous, and they
wondered then still more. For the lofty palace shone aloft
in the sun, with walls of plated brass, from the threshold to
the innermost chamber, and the doors were of silver and gold.
And on each side of the doorway sat living dogs of gold, who
never grew old or died, so well Hephaistos had made them in
his forges in smoking Lemnos, and gave them to Alcinous to
guard his gates by night. And within, against the walls,
stood thrones on either side, down the whole length of the
hall, strewn with rich glossy shawls; and on them the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: and conversed loudly in tones of contempt.
"He's a dindy masher, ain't he, by Gawd?" laughed Jimmie.
"Oh, hell, yes," said the companion, sneering widely. "He's
great, he is. Git onto deh mug on deh blokie. Dat's enough to
make a feller turn hand-springs in 'is sleep."
The quiet stranger moved himself and his glass a trifle
further away and maintained an attitude of oblivion.
"Gee! ain't he hot stuff!"
"Git onto his shape! Great Gawd!"
"Hey," cried Jimmie, in tones of command. Pete came along
slowly, with a sullen dropping of the under lip.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: It is but a little while since I lay sick in Sydney, beating
the fields about the navy and Dean Swift and Dryden's Latin
hymns; judge if I love this reinvigorating climate, where I
can already toil till my head swims and every string in the
poor jumping Jack (as he now lies in bed) aches with a kind
of yearning strain, difficult to suffer in quiescence.
As for my damned literature, God knows what a business it is,
grinding along without a scrap of inspiration or a note of
style. But it has to be ground, and the mill grinds
exceeding slowly though not particularly small. The last two
chapters have taken me considerably over a month, and they
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