| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: only want to warm myself."
Gluck had had his head, by this time, so long out of the window
that he began to feel it was really unpleasantly cold, and when he
turned and saw the beautiful fire rustling and roaring and throwing
long, bright tongues up the chimney, as if it were licking its chops
at the savory smell of the leg of mutton, his heart melted within
him that it should be burning away for nothing. "He does look very
wet," said little Gluck; "I'll just let him in for a quarter of an
hour." Round he went to the door and opened it; and as the little
gentleman walked in, there came a gust of wind through the house
that made the old chimneys totter.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: we can get, and when we've got that we'll take breath and press
for more. We're the Morlocks. Coming up. It isn't our fault that
we've differentiated."
"But you haven't understood the drift of Christianity," said
the bishop. "It's just to assert that men are One community and
not two."
"There's not much of that in the Creeds," said a second labour
leader who was a rationalist. "There's not much of that in the
services of the church."
The vicar spoke before his bishop, and indeed he had plenty of
time to speak before his bishop. "Because you will not set
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: company altogether, sir," says he, "but I can think of nothing
but this dreadful accident, and the trouble it is like to bring
upon quite innocent persons."
A little after he observed his son burning a paper which he
thought should have been kept; and at that his excitement burst
out so that it was painful to witness. He struck the lad
repeatedly.
"Are you gone gyte?"[22] he cried. "Do you wish to hang your
father?" and forgetful of my presence, carried on at him a long
time together in the Gaelic, the young man answering nothing;
only the wife, at the name of hanging, throwing her apron over
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