| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: XLIII - TO S. R. CROCKETT (On receiving a Dedication)
BLOWS the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying,
My heart remembers how!
Grey recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places,
Standing stones on the vacant wine-red moor,
Hills of sheep, and the howes of the silent vanished races,
And winds, austere and pure:
Be it granted me to behold you again in dying,
Hills of home! and to hear again the call;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: ordered another to be instantly saddled, called to a young page
come with him, and rode away that same evening to the south. His
steward followed the next morning with coffers laden on a pair of
pack mules. The following week Yves de Cornault rode back to
Kerfol, sent for his vassals and tenants, and told them he was to
be married at All Saints to Anne de Barrigan of Douarnenez. And
on All Saints' Day the marriage took place.
As to the next few years, the evidence on both sides seems to
show that they passed happily for the couple. No one was found
to say that Yves de Cornault had been unkind to his wife, and it
was plain to all that he was content with his bargain. Indeed,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: Jesuitical indeed. Not one word did he breathe of his dark plans
to me, and still less to Bickley. He just went on with his
teaching, lamenting from time to time the stumbling-block of the
idol and expressing wonder as to how it might be circumvented by
a change in the hearts of the islanders, or otherwise. Sad as it
is to record, in fact, dear old Bastin went as near to telling a
fib in connection with this matter as I suppose he had ever done
in his life. It happened thus. One day Bickley's sharp eye caught
sight of Bastin walking about with what looked like a bottle of
whisky in his pocket.
"Hallo, old fellow," he said, "has the self-denying ordinance
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