| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: whom he defies in his mountain, and I have a promise--never mind
how--that he who kills him will be called to no account and may keep his
cattle. Will you come with me and share those cattle, O
Watcher-by-Night?"
"Get thee behind me, Satan," I said in English, then added in Zulu: "I
don't know. If your story is true I should have no objection to helping
to kill Bangu; but I must learn lots more about this business first.
Meanwhile I am going on a shooting trip to-morrow with Umbezi the Fat,
and I like you, O Chooser of the Road of Spears and Blood. Will you be
my companion and earn the gun with two mouths in payment?"
"Inkoosi," he said, lifting his hand in salute with a flash of his dark
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: have been laid on the captain of the Gleaner, his shrift would
have been short. That night (so gossip reports) he was headed
up in a barrel and smuggled across the bay: in two ships
already he had braved the penitentiary and the gallows; and yet,
by last accounts, he now commands another on the Western
Ocean.
As I have said, I was never quite certain whether Mr. Nares
(the mate) did not intend that his superior should escape. It
would have been like his preference of loyalty to law; it would
have been like his prejudice, which was all in favour of the
after-guard. But it must remain a matter of conjecture only.
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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: the money for a square meal. At the thought of food she felt a sharp
twinge in her stomach, a sensation as though there were a hand in her
stomach, squeezing it dry. She was terribly hungry--all Casimir's fault--
and that man had lived on the fat of the land ever since he was born. He
looked as though he could order a magnificent dinner. Oh, why hadn't she
played her cards better?--he'd been sent by Providence--and she'd snubbed
him. "If I had that time over again, I'd be safe by now." And instead of
the ordinary man who had spoken with her at the door her mind created a
brilliant, laughing image, who would treat her like a queen..."There's only
one thing I could not stand--that he should be coarse or vulgar. Well, he
wasn't--he was obviously a man of the world, and the way he apologised...I
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