| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: lagoon. No doubt these mysterious rockets would have a disturbing
effect on Tengga and his friends and cause a great excitement in
the Settlement; but for that Jorgenson did not care. The
Settlement was already in such a turmoil that a little more
excitement did not matter. What Jorgenson did not expect,
however, was the sound of a musket-shot fired from the jungle
facing the bows of the Emma. It caused him to stop dead short. He
had heard distinctly the bullet strike the curve of the bow
forward. "Some hot-headed ass fired that," he said to himself,
contemptuously. It simply disclosed to him the fact that he was
already besieged on the shore side and set at rest his doubts as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Susan by Jane Austen: full of the matter, Mrs. Vernon waited on Lady Susan shortly after her
arrival in town, and was met with such an easy and cheerful affection, as
made her almost turn from her with horror. No remembrance of Reginald, no
consciousness of guilt, gave one look of embarrassment; she was in
excellent spirits, and seemed eager to show at once by ever possible
attention to her brother and sister her sense of their kindness, and her
pleasure in their society. Frederica was no more altered than Lady Susan;
the same restrained manners, the same timid look in the presence of her
mother as heretofore, assured her aunt of her situation being
uncomfortable, and confirmed her in the plan of altering it. No unkindness,
however, on the part of Lady Susan appeared. Persecution on the subject of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: leaned out over the stream, Narcissus-like, as if to see their own
beauty in the moving mirror. There were touches of colour on the
banks, the ragged pink flowers of the Joe-Pye-weed (which always
reminds me of a happy, good-natured tramp), and the yellow ear-
drops of the jewel-weed, and the intense blue of the closed
gentian, that strange flower which, like a reticent heart, never
opens to the light. Sometimes the river spread out like a lake,
between high bluffs of sand fully a mile apart; and again it
divided into many channels, winding cunningly down among the
islands as if it were resolved to slip around the next barrier of
rock without a fall. There were eight of these huge natural dams
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