| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: for a formula. "Upon my honor, you are too historical!"
He went with the ladies a couple of days later to Hampton Court,
Willie Woodley being also of the party. The afternoon was charming,
the famous horse chestnuts were in blossom, and Lord Lambeth,
who quite entered into the spirit of the cockney excursionist,
declared that it was a jolly old place. Bessie Alden was in ecstasies;
she went about murmuring and exclaiming.
"It's too lovely," said the young girl; "it's too enchanting;
it's too exactly what it ought to be!"
At Hampton Court the little flocks of visitors are not provided
with an official bellwether, but are left to browse at discretion
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hellenica by Xenophon: Meanwhile Alcibiades, with the moneys lately collected and his fleet
of twenty ships, left Samos and visited Paros. From Paros he stood out
to sea across to Gytheum,[2] to keep an eye on the thirty ships of war
which, as he was informed, the Lacedaemonians were equipping in that
arsenal. Gytheum would also be a favourable point of observation from
which to gauge the disposition of his fellow-countrymen and the
prospects of his recall. When at length their good disposition seemed
to him established, not only by his election as general, but by the
messages of invitation which he received in private from his friends,
he sailed home, and entered Piraeus on the very day of the festival of
the Plunteria,[3] when the statue of Athena is veiled and screened
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: later he had leaped nimbly upon a small and unwary rodent that had
been surprised at a fatal distance from its burrow. Tearing the
unhappy creature in two Akut handed the lion's share to the lad.
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A year had passed since the two Swedes had been driven in terror
from the savage country where The Sheik held sway. Little Meriem
still played with Geeka, lavishing all her childish love upon the
now almost hopeless ruin of what had never, even in its palmiest
days, possessed even a slight degree of loveliness. But to Meriem,
Geeka was all that was sweet and adorable. She carried to the deaf
ears of the battered ivory head all her sorrows all her hopes and
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