| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: velvet grip of the brake in a master's hand, she saw
that the danger was largely a myth.
It was fun to see people jump at the approach of an
avalanche of steel that always stopped just short of
harm. Of course, it took a steady nerve and muscle to
do the trick. The man by her side had both. He was
always smiling. Nothing rattled him.
Her trust was now implicit. She relaxed the
tension of the first two hours of doubt and fear, and
yielded to the spell of his strength. It seemed
inseparable from the throbbing will of the giant
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: the lashing of gust-blown and uncertain flaws of rain. I got up,
dressed, and went out. The mizzled sky and rain blinded you.
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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: crouching. He came near. It was not the man--those Dutchmen are all
alike. We suffered the anguish of deception. In my sleep I saw her
face, and was both joyful and sorry. . . . Why? . . . I seemed to hear
a whisper near me. I turned swiftly. She was not there! And as we
trudged wearily from stone city to stone city I seemed to hear a light
footstep near me. A time came when I heard it always, and I was glad.
I thought, walking dizzy and weary in sunshine on the hard paths of
white men I thought, She is there--with us! . . . Matara was sombre.
We were often hungry.
"We sold the carved sheaths of our krisses--the ivory sheaths with
golden ferules. We sold the jewelled hilts. But we kept the
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