| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov: my direction. Everybody observed her unusual
gaiety. Princess Ligovski rejoiced inwardly as she
looked at her daughter. However, the latter
simply has a fit of nerves: she will spend a sleep-
less night, and will weep.
This thought affords me measureless delight:
there are moments when I understand the Vam-
pire. . . And yet I am reputed to be a good
fellow, and I strive to earn that designation!
On dismounting, the ladies went into Princess
Ligovski's house. I was excited, and I galloped
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: them to Scotland Yard.
The Earl himself accompanied them, and as the heavy snub-nosed
boat, rowed by the six oarsmen in Mackworth livery, slid slowly
and heavily up against the stream, the Earl, leaning back in his
cushioned seat, pointed out the various inns of the great priests
or nobles; palatial town residences standing mostly a little
distance back from the water behind terraced high-walled gardens
and lawns. Yon was the Bishop of Exeter's Close; yon was the
Bishop of Bath's; that was York House; and that Chester Inn. So
passing by gardens and lawns and palaces, they came at last to
Scotland Yard stairs, a broad flight of marble steps that led
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: to catch the beam of recollection; tantalized by hope, only to feel
despair more keenly, at finding a much loved face or voice, suddenly
remembered, or pathetically implored, only to be immediately
forgotten, or viewed with indifference or abhorrence!
The heart-rending sigh of melancholy sunk into her soul;
and when she retired to rest, the petrified figures she had encountered,
the only human forms she was doomed to observe, haunting her dreams
with tales of mysterious wrongs, made her wish to sleep to dream
no more.
Day after day rolled away, and tedious as the present moment
appeared, they passed in such an unvaried tenor, Maria was surprised
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