| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales and Fantasies by Robert Louis Stevenson: would be so when he came of age. By a stroke of the pen he
might remedy this misfortune, and avert that dreaded
interview with Mr. Nicholson, from which John now shrunk in
imagination as the hand draws back from fire.
Close under the Calton Hill there runs a certain narrow
avenue, part street, part by-road. The head of it faces the
doors of the prison; its tail descends into the sunless slums
of the Low Calton. On one hand it is overhung by the crags
of the hill, on the other by an old graveyard. Between these
two the roadway runs in a trench, sparsely lighted at night,
sparsely frequented by day, and bordered, when it was cleared
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the face of a world."
"Jubal the Ugly One placed his trophy before my father's house.
It was the head of a mighty tandor. It remained there
and no greater trophy was placed beside it. So I knew
that Jubal the Ugly One would come and take me as his mate.
None other so powerful wished me, or they would have
slain a mightier beast and thus have won me from Jubal.
My father is not a mighty hunter. Once he was,
but a sadok tossed him, and never again had he the full
use of his right arm. My brother, Dacor the Strong One,
had gone to the land of Sari to steal a mate for himself.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: the region of the Dolomites, a country so picturesque, so
interesting, so full of sublime and beautiful scenery, that it is
equally a wonder and a blessing that it has not been long since
completely overrun by tourists and ruined with railways. It is
true, the glaciers and snowfields are limited; the waterfalls are
comparatively few and slender, and the rivers small; the loftiest
peaks are little more than ten thousand feet high. But, on the
other hand, the mountains are always near, and therefore always
imposing. Bold, steep, fantastic masses of naked rock, they rise
suddenly from the green and flowery valleys in amazing and endless
contrast; they mirror themselves in the tiny mountain lakes like
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