| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: without pretence, always with paradox, always with exuberant
pleasure; speaking wisely of what he knew, foolishly of what he
knew not; a teacher, a learner, but still combative; picking holes
in what was said even to the length of captiousness, yet aware of
all that was said rightly; jubilant in victory, delighted by
defeat: a Greek sophist, a British schoolboy.
Among the legends of what was once a very pleasant spot, the old
Savile Club, not then divorced from Savile Row, there are many
memories of Fleeming. He was not popular at first, being known
simply as 'the man who dines here and goes up to Scotland'; but he
grew at last, I think, the most generally liked of all the members.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With its own ancestral Totem;
So that those who follow after
May distinguish them and know them."
And they painted on the grave-posts
On the graves yet unforgotten,
Each his own ancestral Totem,
Each the symbol of his household;
Figures of the Bear and Reindeer,
Of the Turtle, Crane, and Beaver,
Each inverted as a token
That the owner was departed,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: known, and who arrived in disguise! What food for gossip to those
mischievously inclined.
The idea struck Marguerite chiefly from its humorous side:
there was such quaint contrast between the seriousness of her errand,
and the construction which would naturally be put on her actions by
honest Mr. Jellyband, that, for the first time since many hours, a
little smile began playing round the corners of her childlike mouth,
and when, presently, Sir Andrew, almost unrecognisable in his
lacquey-like garb, entered the coffee-room, she was able to greet him
with quite a merry laugh.
"Faith! Monsieur, my lacquey," she said, "I am satisfied with
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