| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: and that had more power with me than anything else,
for I was very fond of him.
I ought to say that sometimes we had our liberty for a few hours;
this used to be on fine Sundays in the summer-time.
The carriage never went out on Sundays, because the church was not far off.
It was a great treat to us to be turned out into the home paddock
or the old orchard; the grass was so cool and soft to our feet,
the air so sweet, and the freedom to do as we liked was so pleasant --
to gallop, to lie down, and roll over on our backs,
or to nibble the sweet grass. Then it was a very good time for talking,
as we stood together under the shade of the large chestnut tree.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: last sigh; but suffer her to endure the glance of a man, a young man,
a painter?--No, no! I would kill on the morrow the man who polluted
her with a look! I would kill you,--you, my friend,--if you did not
worship her on your knees; and think you I would submit my idol to the
cold eyes and stupid criticisms of fools? Ah, love is a mystery! its
life is in the depths of the soul; it dies when a man says, even to
his friend, Here is she whom I love."
The old man seemed to renew his youth; his eyes had the brilliancy and
fire of life, his pale cheeks blushed a vivid red, his hands trembled.
Porbus, amazed by the passionate violence with which he uttered these
words, knew not how to answer a feeling so novel and yet so profound.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: larger one, on a ledge above his apparatus, and Clarke, who sat
in the shadows, looked down at the great shadowy room, wondering
at the bizarre effects of brilliant light and undefined darkness
contrasting with one another. Soon he became conscious of an
odd odour, at first the merest suggestion of odour, in the room,
and as it grew more decided he felt surprised that he was not
reminded of the chemist's shop or the surgery. Clarke found
himself idly endeavouring to analyse the sensation, and half
conscious, he began to think of a day, fifteen years ago, that
he had spent roaming through the woods and meadows near his own
home. It was a burning day at the beginning of August, the heat
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