| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare: In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again.
KING.
Plutus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
Hath not in nature's mystery more science
Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
That you are well acquainted with yourself,
Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: was lying on his back in the light from the door. Herky winked at me,
screwed up his face in the most astonishing manner, all of which I
presently made out to mean that he wanted to speak to me. So I went over to
him.
"Kid, you ain't a-goin' to fergit I stalled off Buell?" whispered Herky.
"He'd hev done fer you, an' thet's no lie. You won't fergit when we're
rustled down to Holston?"
"I'll remember, Herky," I promised, and I meant to put in a good word for
him. Because, whether or not his reasons had to do with kidnapping and
ransom, he had saved me from terrible violence, perhaps death.
It was decided that we would leave the prisoners in the cabin and ride down
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: part in a question upon which depended his life. He was ready to
start at a given signal, or to stay, if his master so willed it.
How I wished at this moment I could have made him understand me. My
words, my complaints, my sorrow would have had some influence over
that frigid nature. Those dangers which our guide could not
understand I could have demonstrated and proved to him. Together we
might have over-ruled the obstinate Professor; if it were needed, we
might perhaps have compelled him to regain the heights of Snæfell.
I drew near to Hans. I placed my hand upon his. He made no movement.
My parted lips sufficiently revealed my sufferings. The Icelander
slowly moved his head, and calmly pointing to my uncle said:
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