| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: and that this building had much the character of an Arabian mosque.
The boat was lowered and manned by the four sailors;
Servadac, Timascheff and Procope were quickly rowed ashore,
and lost no time in commencing their ascent of the steep acclivity.
Upon reaching the summit, they found their progress arrested
by a kind of wall, or rampart of singular construction,
its materials consisting mainly of vases, fragments of columns,
carved bas-reliefs, statues, and portions of broken stelae, all piled
promiscuously together without any pretense to artistic arrangement.
They made their way into the enclosure, and finding an open door,
they passed through and soon came to a second door,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: discovered, however, that he had a remarkable tendency to drop
his hand to his gun. That might have come from the habit long
practice in drawing had given him. Likewise, it might have come
from a subtle sense, scarcely thought of at all, of the late,
close, and inevitable relation between that weapon and himself.
He was amazed to find that, bitter as he had grown at fate, the
desire to live burned strong in him. If he had been as
unfortunately situated, but with the difference that no man
wanted to put him in jail or take his life, he felt that this
burning passion to be free, to save himself, might not have
been so powerful. Life certainly held no bright prospects for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: headache.
CECILY. No, dear Miss Prism, I know that, but I felt instinctively
that you had a headache. Indeed I was thinking about that, and not
about my German lesson, when the Rector came in.
CHASUBLE. I hope, Cecily, you are not inattentive.
CECILY. Oh, I am afraid I am.
CHASUBLE. That is strange. Were I fortunate enough to be Miss
Prism's pupil, I would hang upon her lips. [MISS PRISM glares.] I
spoke metaphorically. - My metaphor was drawn from bees. Ahem!
Mr. Worthing, I suppose, has not returned from town yet?
MISS PRISM. We do not expect him till Monday afternoon.
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