| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: repeatedly gained protection, sometimes for a year or more, in
homes where her prevaricating tendencies, appearing with ever new
details, have sooner or later thwarted her own interests. By
extraordinary methods she has often simulated illnesses which
have demanded hospital treatment. For long she was lost to her
family, traveling about under different names, making her way by
her remarkable abilities and unusual presence.
This case illustrates, again, two points we have often made,
namely, that the difficulty of getting safe data concerning
genetics increases rapidly with age, and that the chance of
altering tendencies after years of character formation vastly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: believe you, old boy.' And he shook the artist warmly by the
hand. 'I thought for a moment,' he added with rather a ghastly
smile, 'I thought for a moment you might have made away with Mr
Semitopolis.'
'It would make no difference if I had,' groaned Pitman. 'All is
at an end for me. There's the writing on the wall.'
'To begin with,' said Michael, 'let's get him out of sight; for
to be quite plain with you, Pitman, I don't like your friend's
appearance.' And with that the lawyer shuddered. 'Where can we
put it?'
'You might put it in the closet there--if you could bear to touch
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: retires, waiting for the death-throes to calm down, after which the
huntress comes back to the game. In these conditions, there is no
serious danger.
In the case of the Lycosa, the job is riskier. She has naught to
serve her but her courage and her fangs and is obliged to leap upon
the formidable prey, to master it by her dexterity, to annihilate
it, in a measure, by her swift-slaying talent.
Annihilate is the word: the Bumble-bees whom I draw from the fatal
hole are a sufficient proof. As soon as that shrill buzzing, which
I called the death-song, ceases, in vain I hasten to insert my
forceps: I always bring out the insect dead, with slack proboscis
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