| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: the Restoration), either to get into mischief or to set about some
colossal piece of buffoonery, half excused by the very audacity of its
conception. La Palferine was sauntering, cane in hand, up and down the
pavement between the Rue de Grammont and the Rue de Richelieu, when in
the distance he descried a woman too elegantly dressed, covered, as he
phrased it, with a great deal of portable property, too expensive and
too carelessly worn for its owner to be other than a princess of the
court or of the stage, it was not easy at first to say which. But
after July 1830, in his opinion, there is no mistaking the indications
--the princess can only be a princess of the stage.
"The Count came up and walked by her side as if she had given him an
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer Abroad by Mark Twain: copper, and after that it begun to look like a blood-
red ball, and the air got hot and close, and pretty soon
all the sky in the west darkened up and looked thick
and foggy, but fiery and dreadful -- like it looks
through a piece of red glass, you know. We looked
down and see a big confusion going on in the caravan,
and a rushing every which way like they was scared;
and then they all flopped down flat in the sand and
laid there perfectly still.
Pretty soon we see something coming that stood up
like an amazing wide wall, and reached from the Desert
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: roan make the leap without touching a twig. The next instant Roger went splash
into a swamp. He sank to his knees in the soft black soil. He could move but
one foot at a time, and Alfred saw at a glance he had won the race. The great
weight of the roan handicapped him here. When Alfred reached the other side of
the bog, where the bottle was swinging from a branch of a tree, his rival's
horse was floundering hopelessly in the middle of the treacherous mire. The
remaining three horsemen, who had come up by this time, seeing that it would
be useless to attempt further efforts, had drawn up on the bank. With friendly
shouts to Clarke, they acknowledged themselves beaten. There were no judges
required for this race, because the man who reached the bottle first won it.
The five men returned to the starting point, where the victor was greeted by
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