| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: 'That gentleman,' said she, a smile struggling to her face,
'that gentleman, I will not attempt to conceal from you,
desires my hand in marriage, and presses me with the most
respectful ardour. Alas, what am I to say? I, the forlorn
Teresa, how shall I refuse or accept such protestations?'
Harry feared to say more; a horrid pang of jealousy
transfixed him; and he had scarce the strength of mind to
take his leave with decency. In the solitude of his own
chamber, he gave way to every manifestation of despair. He
passionately adored the Senorita; but it was not only the
thought of her possible union with another that distressed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: Doll never flies to cut her lace,
Or throw cold water in her face,
Because she heard a sudden drum,
Or found an earwig in a plum.
Her hearers are amazed from whence
Proceeds that fund of wit and sense;
Which, though her modesty would shroud,
Breaks like the sun behind a cloud,
While gracefulness its art conceals,
And yet through every motion steals.
Say, Stella, was Prometheus blind,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: done on most men, sending a little flush into his wrinkled cheeks, and
making him talk more freely than usual.
Dear old man! I can see him now, as he went limping up and down the
vestibule, with his grey hair sticking up in scrubbing-brush fashion,
his shrivelled yellow face, and his large dark eyes, that were as keen
as any hawk's, and yet soft as a buck's. The whole room was hung with
trophies of his numerous hunting expeditions, and he had some story
about every one of them, if only he could be got to tell it. Generally
he would not, for he was not very fond of narrating his own adventures,
but to-night the port wine made him more communicative.
"Ah, you brute!" he said, stopping beneath an unusually large skull of a
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