| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: It may not be too late. Let us be armed, the same as we were the other night,
but lose no time, there is not an instant to spare."
There was no need to put our fear, nay our conviction, into words,
we shared them in common. We all hurried and took from our rooms
the same things that we had when we entered the Count's house.
The Professor had his ready, and as we met in the corridor
he pointed to them significantly as he said, "They never leave me,
and they shall not till this unhappy business is over.
Be wise also, my friends. It is no common enemy that we deal
with Alas! Alas! That dear Madam Mina should suffer!"
He stopped, his voice was breaking, and I do not know if rage
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: forth and enter the nave of the sacred edifice.
The church was doubtfully lighted by the tapers upon the great
altar, and by a lamp or two that swung from the arched roof before
the private chapels of illustrious families. In the midst of the
choir the dead spy lay, his limbs piously composed, upon a bier.
A hurried mutter of prayer sounded along the arches; cowled figures
knelt in the stalls of the choir, and on the steps of the high
altar a priest in pontifical vestments celebrated mass.
Upon this fresh entrance, one of the cowled figures arose, and,
coming down the steps which elevated the level of the choir above
that of the nave, demanded from the leader of the four men what
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: know how to make adorable. Diane pretended to be too worn, too old,
too faded; D'Arthez proved to her (facts of which she was well
convinced) that her skin was the most delicate, the softest to the
touch, the whitest to the eye, the most fragrant; she was young and in
her bloom, how could she think otherwise? Thus they disputed, beauty
by beauty, detail by detail with many: "Oh! do you think so?"--"You
are beside yourself!"--"It is hope, it is fancy!"--"You will soon see
me as I am.--I am almost forty years of age. Can a man love so old a
woman?"
D'Arthez responded with impetuous and school-boy eloquence, larded
with exaggerated epithets. When the princess heard this wise and witty
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