| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: desolate; all dead or sick. Here are very few families in this part, or in
that village' (pointing at Poplar), 'where half of them are not dead
already, and the rest sick.' Then he pointing to one house, 'There they
are all dead', said he, 'and the house stands open; nobody dares go into
it. A poor thief', says he, 'ventured in to steal something, but he paid
dear for his theft, for he was carried to the churchyard too last night.'
Then he pointed to several other houses. 'There', says he. 'they are all
dead, the man and his wife, and five children. There', says he, 'they
are shut up; you see a watchman at the door'; and so of other houses.
'Why,' says I, 'what do you here all alone? ' 'Why,' says he, 'I am a
poor, desolate man; it has pleased God I am not yet visited, though my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: Vienna had been a deep snowfall on the mountains. The Schwarza
was frozen, the castle of Liechtenstein was gray against a white
world. A little pilgrimage church far below seemed snowed in
against the faithful. The third-class compartment filled with
noisy skiing parties. The old woman opened her oilcloth bundle,
and taking a cat out of a box inside fed it a sausage.
Up and up, past the Weinzettelwand and the Station Breitenstein,
across the highest viaduct, the Kalte Rinne, and so at last to
Semmering.
The glow had died at last for Peter. He did not like his errand,
was very vague, indeed, as to just what that errand might be. He
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: entirely logical. There was last night - and, a natural corollary,
her equally natural anxiety on her supposed husband's account,
providing, of course, that Shluker was aware that Gypsy Nan was
Danglar's wife. But even if Shluker did not know that, he knew
at least that Gypsy Nan was one of the gang, and, as such, he must
equally accept it as natural that she should be anxious and disturbed
over what had happened. She would be on safe ground either way.
She would pretend to know only what had appeared in the papers; in
other words, that the police, attracted to the spot by the sound of
revolver shots, had found Danglar handcuffed to the fire escape of
a well-known thieves' resort in an all too well-known and
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