| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: and feeling as it moved.
`As I stared at this sinister apparition crawling towards me,
I felt a tickling on my cheek as though a fly had lighted there.
I tried to brush it away with my hand, but in a moment it
returned, and almost immediately came another by my ear. I
struck at this, and caught something threadlike. It was drawn
swiftly out of my hand. With a frightful qualm, I turned, and I
saw that I had grasped the antenna of another monster crab that
stood just behind me. Its evil eyes were wriggling on their
stalks, its mouth was all alive with appetite, and its vast
ungainly claws, smeared with an algal slime, were descending upon
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: suddenly turned back, and met him face to face, with every
mark of pleasure and surprise.
'Ah, Senor, I am sometimes fortunate!' she cried. 'I was
looking for a messenger;' and with the sweetest of smiles,
she despatched him to the East End of London, to an address
which he was unable to find. This was a bitter pill to the
knight-errant; but when he returned at night, worn out with
fruitless wandering and dismayed by his FIASCO, the lady
received him with a friendly gaiety, protesting that all was
for the best, since she had changed her mind and long since
repented of her message.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: mysterious, and constitutive facts of life. Not that conduct is
not constitutive, but dear! it's dreary! On the whole, conduct is
better dealt with on the cast-iron 'gentleman' and duty formula,
with as little fervour and poetry as possible; stoical and short.
. . . There is a new something or other in the wind, which
exercises me hugely: anarchy, - I mean, anarchism. People who
(for pity's sake) commit dastardly murders very basely, die like
saints, and leave beautiful letters behind 'em (did you see
Vaillant to his daughter? it was the New Testament over again);
people whose conduct is inexplicable to me, and yet their spiritual
life higher than that of most. This is just what the early
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