| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: the mean time, without stirring from the home estate, she has
caught another one! I never saw such luck. I might have hunted
these woods a hundred years, I never should have run across that
thing.
Next Day
I have been comparing the new one with the old one, and it is
perfectly plain that they are the same breed. I was going to stuff
one of them for my collection, but she is prejudiced against it
for some reason or other; so I have relinquished the idea, though
I think it is a mistake. It would be an irreparable loss to science
if they should get away. The old one is tamer than it was, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: thought that Leng must be known to these formless abominations
from the moon.
But the Shantak flew on past the fires and the
stone huts and the less than human dancers, and soared over sterile
hills of grey granite and dim wastes of rock and ice and snow.
Day came, and the phosphorescence of low clouds gave place to
the misty twilight of that northern world, and still the vile
bird winged meaningly through the cold and silence. At times the
slant-eyed man talked with his steed in a hateful and guttural
language, and the Shantak would answer with tittering tones that
rasped like the scratching of ground glass. AlI this while the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: there's no beating down or making three hours into two hours and a half,
as some folks do; and it is easy work for the horses; not like tearing along
to catch trains for people that are always a quarter of an hour too late;
and if I don't oblige her in this matter it is very likely
we shall lose them altogether. What do you say, little woman?"
"I say, Jerry," says she, speaking very slowly, "I say, if Mrs. Briggs
would give you a sovereign every Sunday morning, I would not have you
a seven-days' cabman again. We have known what it was to have no Sundays,
and now we know what it is to call them our own. Thank God,
you earn enough to keep us, though it is sometimes close work
to pay for all the oats and hay, the license, and the rent besides;
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