| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: share his exile."
"I, too, am going to Irkutsk," answered Michael," and
I shall thank Heaven if it enables me to give Nadia Fedor
safe and sound into her father's hands."
"Thank you, brother," replied Nadia.
Michael Strogoff then added that he had obtained a spe-
cial podorojna for Siberia, and that the Russian authori-
ties could in no way hinder his progress.
Nadia asked nothing more. She saw in this fortunate
meeting with Michael a means only of accelerating her
journey to her father.
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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: An hour after, Nadia was in her father's arms. Michael
Strogoff, Nadia, and Wassili Fedor were united. This was
the height of happiness to them all.
The Tartars had been repulsed in their double attack on
the town. Wassili Fedor, with his little band, had driven
back the first assailants who presented themselves at the
Bolchaia Gate, expecting to find it open and which, by an
instinctive feeling, often arising from sound judgment,
he had determined to remain at and defend.
At the same time as the Tartars were driven back the
besieged had mastered the fire. The liquid naphtha having
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea;
and an unselfish belief in the idea--something you can set up,
and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to. . . ."
He broke off. Flames glided in the river, small green flames, red flames,
white flames, pursuing, overtaking, joining, crossing each other--
then separating slowly or hastily. The traffic of the great city went
on in the deepening night upon the sleepless river. We looked on,
waiting patiently--there was nothing else to do till the end of the flood;
but it was only after a long silence, when he said, in a hesitating voice,
"I suppose you fellows remember I did once turn fresh-water sailor
for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run,
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