| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: incredibly sombre to d'Alcacer--seemed to watch the fall of every
deliberate word and after he had ceased they remained still for
an appreciable time. Then she turned away with a gesture that
seemed to say: "So be it."
D'Alcacer raised his voice suddenly after her. "Stay! Don't
forget that not only your husband's but my head, too, is being
played at that game. My judgment is not . . ."
She stopped for a moment and freed her lips. In the profound
stillness of the courtyard her clear voice made the shadows at
the nearest fires stir a little with low murmurs of surprise.
"Oh, yes, I remember whose heads I have to save," she cried. "But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: His supper finished, Michael Strogoff, instead of going
up to his bedroom, again strolled out into the town. But,
although the long twilight yet lingered, the crowd was al-
ready dispersing, the streets were gradually becoming
empty, and at length everyone retired to his dwelling.
Why did not Michael Strogoff go quietly to bed, as would
have seemed more reasonable after a long railway journey?
Was he thinking of the young Livonian girl who had been
his traveling companion? Having nothing better to do,
he WAS thinking of her. Did he fear that, lost in this busy
city, she might be exposed to insult? He feared so, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: the ceiling), gave an additional twist to his corkscrew mustaches,
and replied with perfect coolness: "Gentlemen, I wish you a very
good morning. At twelve o'clock tonight I'll call again; after
such a refusal of hospitality as I have just experienced, you will
not be surprised if that visit is the last I ever pay you."
"If ever I catch you here again," muttered Schwartz,
coming, half frightened, out of the corner--but before he could
finish his sentence the old gentleman had shut the house door
behind him with a great bang, and there drove past the window at
the same instant a wreath of ragged cloud that whirled and rolled
away down the valley in all manner of shapes, turning over and
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