| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: `Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen.
`I know what he came for,' said Alice: `he wanted to punish
the fish, because--'
Here the White Queen began again. `It was SUCH a thunderstorm,
you can't think!' (She NEVER could, you know,' said the Red
Queen.) `And part of the roof came off, and ever so much thunder
got in--and it went rolling round the room in great lumps--
and knocking over the tables and things--till I was so
frightened, I couldn't remember my own name!'
Alice thought to herself, `I never should TRY to remember my
name in the middle of an accident! Where would be the use of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: God . . . Natalya Gavrilovna has been pleased to arrange that all
the gentry should assemble every Friday."
"To assemble here, downstairs?"
"Yes, sir. Before supper they read a list: since August up to
today Natalya Gavrilovna has collected eight thousand roubles,
besides corn. Thank God. . . . What I think is that if our
mistress does take trouble for the salvation of her soul, she
will soon collect a lot. There are plenty of rich people here."
Dismissing Alexey, I put out the light and drew the bedclothes
over my head.
"After all, why am I so troubled?" I thought. "What force draws
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: "You ain't going to take him out now?" the driver asked.
"Sure," the man replied, driving the hatchet into the crate for a
pry.
There was an instantaneous scattering of the four men who had
carried it in, and from safe perches on top the wall they prepared
to watch the performance.
Buck rushed at the splintering wood, sinking his teeth into it,
surging and wrestling with it. Wherever the hatchet fell on the
outside, he was there on the inside, snarling and growling, as
furiously anxious to get out as the man in the red sweater was
calmly intent on getting him out.
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