| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: They come here to report and to take orders. Petrie, Dr. Fu-Manchu
is up there."
"What shall we do?"--softly.
"Wait. Then we must try to rush the stairs. It would be futile
to bring in the police first. He is sure to have some other exit.
I will give the word while the little yellow devil is down here.
You are nearer and will have to go first, but if the hunchback follows,
I can then deal with him."
Our whispered colloquy was interrupted by the return of the dacoit,
who recrossed the room as the Chinaman had done, and immediately
took his departure. A third man, whom Smith identified as a Malay,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: pummeling anthills with rocks even as the ants bit them severely, and
jumping out of trees onto their heads. This last maneuver caused the
natives to stagger around senseless for days, or simply to lie
unconscious and bleeding in the sun and rain. All these symptoms
together prevented the natives from caring for their personal lives,
and so they lived in deplorable squalor, with their huts falling
apart, and their children and themselves half starved and wholly naked.
Another odd effect of the mental distraction was an unnatural craving
for firewood. Unlike the other natives in the area, the members of
this tribe collected--and stole, and cheated and betrayed for--log upon
stick to pile next to their huts, even though in twenty very cold years
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: had the right to poke fun at everybody simply because he was a doctor.
"The man's riddled with conceit, like all these professionals," Andreas
decided.
"What sort of night did Frau Binzer have?" asked the doctor. "Ah, here's
the gig. Tell me on the way up. Sit as near the middle as you can, will
you, Binzer? Your weight tilts it over a bit one side--that's the worst of
you successful business men."
"Two stone heavier than I, if he's a pound," thought Andreas. "The man may
be all right in his profession--but heaven preserve me."
"Off you go, my beauty." Doctor Erb flicked the little brown mare. "Did
your wife get any sleep last night?"
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