| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: They found the proud wood-gang at the foot of the slope, with
the log double-chained on the tug.
'Cattiwow, what are you going to do with it?'said Dan, as they
straddled the thin part.
'She's going down to Rye to make a keel for a Lowestoft
fishin'-boat, I've heard. Hold tight!'
Cattiwow cracked his whip, and the great log dipped and
tilted, and leaned and dipped again, exactly like a stately ship
upon the high seas.
Frankie's Trade
Old Horn to All Atlantic said:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: pleasure of dining with you to-night after all.
LADY BRACKNELL. [Frowning.] I hope not, Algernon. It would put
my table completely out. Your uncle would have to dine upstairs.
Fortunately he is accustomed to that.
ALGERNON. It is a great bore, and, I need hardly say, a terrible
disappointment to me, but the fact is I have just had a telegram to
say that my poor friend Bunbury is very ill again. [Exchanges
glances with JACK.] They seem to think I should be with him.
LADY BRACKNELL. It is very strange. This Mr. Bunbury seems to
suffer from curiously bad health.
ALGERNON. Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: to hear that voice and those footsteps whenever any one spoke or
moved? He thought: "This is like being haunted--I suppose it will last
for a week or so, at least. Till I forget. Forget! Forget!" Someone
was coming up the second flight of stairs. Servant? He listened,
then, suddenly, as though an incredible, frightful revelation had
been shouted to him from a distance, he bellowed out in the empty
room: "What! What!" in such a fiendish tone as to astonish himself.
The footsteps stopped outside the door. He stood openmouthed, maddened
and still, as if in the midst of a catastrophe. The door-handle
rattled lightly. It seemed to him that the walls were coming apart,
that the furniture swayed at him; the ceiling slanted queerly for a
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