| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: was an upper-river tub and there warn't no real chance
of that.
"Well, the time strung along and along, and that fellow
never come! Why, it strung along till dawn begun to break,
and still he never come. 'Thunder,' I says, 'what do you
make out of this?--ain't it suspicious?' 'Land!' Hal says,
'do you reckon he's playing us?--open the paper!' I done it,
and by gracious there warn't anything in it but a couple
of little pieces of loaf-sugar! THAT'S the reason he could
set there and snooze all night so comfortable. Smart? Well,
I reckon! He had had them two papers all fixed and ready,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: it, and that is why I shall take this matter into my own hands. But
the Kniepp case is not closed yet, by any means."
When he returned to the study he saw Johann sitting quietly in a
corner, shaking his head, as if trying to understand it all. Horn
was bending over a sheet of writing paper which lay before the dead
man. Fellner must have been busy at his desk when the bullet
penetrated his heart. His hand in dying had let fall the pen,
which had drawn a long black mark across the bottom of the sheet.
One page of the paper was covered with a small, delicate handwriting.
Horn called up the detective, and together they read the following words:
"Dear Friend: -
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: And senseless clamour of the calm, at night
Must mar your slumbers. By the plunging light,
In beetle-haunted, most unwomanly bower
Of the wild-swerving cabin, hour by hour . . .
Schooner 'Equator.'
XXXIV - TO MY OLD FAMILIARS
DO you remember - can we e'er forget? -
How, in the coiled-perplexities of youth,
In our wild climate, in our scowling town,
We gloomed and shivered, sorrowed, sobbed and feared?
The belching winter wind, the missile rain,
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