| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: Square, he met the great waggons on their way to Covent Garden.
The white-smocked carters, with their pleasant sunburnt faces and
coarse curly hair, strode sturdily on, cracking their whips, and
calling out now and then to each other; on the back of a huge grey
horse, the leader of a jangling team, sat a chubby boy, with a
bunch of primroses in his battered hat, keeping tight hold of the
mane with his little hands, and laughing; and the great piles of
vegetables looked like masses of jade against the morning sky, like
masses of green jade against the pink petals of some marvellous
rose. Lord Arthur felt curiously affected, he could not tell why.
There was something in the dawn's delicate loveliness that seemed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: at a loss to account. Suddenly she resumed:
"I cannot let my name be mentioned in this dreadful matter, but--I think
I have some information--for the police. Will you give this to--
whomever you think proper?"
She handed me a sealed envelope, again met my eyes
with one of her dazzling glances, and hurried away.
She had gone no more than ten or twelve yards, and I still was
standing bewildered, watching her graceful, retreating figure,
when she turned abruptly and came back.
Without looking directly at me, but alternately glancing towards a distant
corner of the square and towards the house of Major-General Platt-Houston,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain: When she happened to fetch out a long word which had had its day
weeks before and its prepared meanings gone to her dump-pile,
if there was a stranger there of course it knocked him groggy for
a couple of minutes, then he would come to, and by that time she
would be away down wind on another tack, and not expecting anything;
so when he'd hail and ask her to cash in, I (the only dog on
the inside of her game) could see her canvas flicker a moment--
but only just a moment--then it would belly out taut and full,
and she would say, as calm as a summer's day, "It's synonymous
with supererogation," or some godless long reptile of a word
like that, and go placidly about and skim away on the next tack,
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