| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: into a mixed low growling and moaning, proceeded unmistakably
from within. Some instinct warned Armitage that what was taking
place was not a thing for unfortified eyes to see, so he brushed
back the crowd with authority as he unlocked the vestibule door.
Among the others he saw Professor Warren Rice and Dr Francis Morgan,
men to whom he had told some of his conjectures and misgivings;
and these two he motioned to accompany him inside. The inward
sounds, except for a watchful, droning whine from the dog, had
by this time quite subsided; but Armitage now perceived with a
sudden start that a loud chorus of whippoorwills among the shrubbery
had commenced a damnably rhythmical piping, as if in unison with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hellenica by Xenophon: they could, and with all possible speed to overtake him. But for
himself, he, with the officers of the royal staff,[10] set off at once
without breakfast. His bodyguard, with their heavy arms, accompanied
him with all speed--himself in advance, the officers following behind.
In this fashion he had already passed beyond the warm springs, and was
well within the plateau of Lechaeum, when three horsemen rode up with
further news: the dead bodies had been picked up. On receipt of these
tidings he commanded the troops to order arms, and having rested them
a little space, led them back again to the Heraion. The next day he
spent in disposing of the captured property.[11]
[5] Or, "Heraeum," i.e. sanctuary of Hera, on a promontory so called.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: Hadden's Buckle, and not a creature fit either to read or to
understand it; and the one mark of any civilised interest, being
when Carthew filled in his spare hours with the pencil and the
brush: the whole unconscious crew of them posting in the
meanwhile towards so tragic a disaster.
Twenty-eight days out of Sydney, on Christmas eve, they
fetched up to the entrance of the lagoon, and plied all that night
outside, keeping their position by the lights of fishers on the
reef and the outlines of the palms against the cloudy sky. With
the break of day, the schooner was hove to, and the signal for a
pilot shown. But it was plain her lights must have been
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