| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: he stopped, pulled out a watch, hesitated. Then with a sort of convulsive
gesture he turned and retreated with every manifestation of haste, no
longer gesticulating, but going with ample strides that showed the
relatively large size of his feet - they were, I remember, grotesquely
exaggerated in size by adhesive clay - to the best possible advantage.
This occurred on the first day of my sojourn, when my play-writing energy
was at its height and I regarded the incident simply as an annoying
distraction - the waste of five minutes. I returned to my scenario. But
when next evening the apparition was repeated with remarkable precision,
and again the next evening, and indeed every evening when rain was not
falling, concentration upon the scenario became a considerable effort.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: were of one mind, I had no reason to oppose their wishes. Thereupon my
mother invited the Baron to dinner; and after dinner, we all four went
for a drive in the Bois de Boulogne, where I had the pleasure of
smiling ironically to M. de Marsay as he passed on horseback and
caught sight of Macumer sitting opposite to us beside my father.
My bewitching Felipe has had his cards reprinted as follows:
HENAREZ
(Baron de Macumer, formerly Duc de Soria.)
Every morning he brings me with his own hands a splendid bouquet,
hidden in which I never fail to find a letter, containing a Spanish
sonnet in my honor, which he has composed during the night.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: was still intact, the framework of its overhead truss-work retaining
its cage-like shape. Behind it the logs had of course piled up in a
jam, which, sinking rapidly to the bed of the channel, had dammed
back the water.
"Where in hell did that drop from?" cried Orde.
"Come down on top the jam," explained a riverman. "Must have come
way from Redding. We just couldn't SCARE her out of here."
Orde, suddenly fallen into a cold rage, stared at the obstruction,
both fists clenched at his side.
"Too bad, boy," said Welton at his elbow. "But don't take it too
hard. You've done more than any of the rest of us could. And we're
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