| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: brightness of the carriage lamps shone outward, the Prince could
only see it was a man. The Colonel followed his prisoner and
clapped-to the door; and at that the four horses broke immediately
into a swinging trot.
'Gentlemen,' said the Colonel, after some little while had passed,
'if we are to travel in silence, we might as well be at home. I
appear, of course, in an invidious character; but I am a man of
taste, fond of books and solidly informing talk, and unfortunately
condemned for life to the guard-room. Gentlemen, this is my chance:
don't spoil it for me. I have here the pick of the whole court,
barring lovely woman; I have a great author in the person of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: much as the slightest little sign to them. Not so much as lifting
my little finger. I suppose you know that?"
"I don't know. I do not doubt your sincerity in anything you say.
I am ready to believe. You are not one of those who have to work."
"Have to work - what do you mean?"
"It's a phrase I have heard. What I meant was that it isn't
necessary for you to make any signs."
She seemed to meditate over this for a while.
"Don't be so sure of that," she said, with a flash of mischief,
which made her voice sound more melancholy than before. "I am not
so sure myself," she continued with a curious, vanishing,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: 'A couple of thousand years or more. The fact is they
began as Gods. The Phoenicians brought some over
when they came to buy tin; and the Gauls, and the Jutes,
and the Danes, and the Frisians, and the Angles brought
more when they landed. They were always landing in
those days, or being driven back to their ships, and they
always brought their Gods with them. England is a bad
country for Gods. Now, I began as I mean to go on. A
bowl of porridge, a dish of milk, and a little quiet fun with
the country folk in the lanes was enough for me then, as it
is now. I belong here, you see, and I have been mixed up
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