| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: upon him, got his shoes on and went to put on his coat; but the nurse
resisting, and snatching the coat from him, he threw her down, ran
over her, ran downstairs and into the street, directly to the Thames in
his shirt; the nurse running after him, and calling to the watch to stop
him; but the watchman, ftighted at the man, and afraid to touch him,
let him go on; upon which he ran down to the Stillyard stairs, threw
away his shirt, and plunged into the Thames, and, being a good
swimmer, swam quite over the river; and the tide being coming in, as
they call it (that is, running westward) he reached the land not till he
came about the Falcon stairs, where landing, and finding no people
there, it being in the night, he ran about the streets there, naked as he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ursula by Honore de Balzac: "As for me I should buy a brokerage business," said the collector.
"Unluckily, that girl he has on his arm and the abbe have got round
him. I don't believe we can do anything with him."
"Still, we know very well he will never leave anything to the Church."
CHAPTER IV
ZELIE
The fright of the heirs at beholding their uncle on his way to mass
will now be understood. The dullest persons have mind enough to
foresee a danger to self-interests. Self-interest constitutes the mind
of the peasant as well as that of the diplomatist, and on that ground
the stupidest of men is sometimes the most powerful. So the fatal
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: and tripods with cunning bas-reliefs, the pedestalled and almost
breathing statues of veined black marble, the basalt-bottomed
lagoon's tiled fountains with luminous fish, the tiny temples
of iridescent singing birds atop carven columns, the marvellous
scrollwork of the great bronze gates, and the blossoming vines
trained along every inch of the polished walls all joined to form
a sight whose loveliness was beyond reality, and half-fabulous
even in the land of dreams. There it shimmered like a vision under
that grey twilight sky, with the domed and fretted magnificence
of the palace ahead, and the fantastic silhouette of the distant
impassable peaks on the right. And ever the small birds and the
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