| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: were within he took her spear and set it in the spear-stand
against a strong bearing-post along with the many other spears
of his unhappy father, and he conducted her to a richly
decorated seat under which he threw a cloth of damask. There was
a footstool also for her feet,{2} and he set another seat near
her for himself, away from the suitors, that she might not be
annoyed while eating by their noise and insolence, and that he
might ask her more freely about his father.
A maid servant then brought them water in a beautiful golden
ewer and poured it into a silver basin for them to wash their
hands, and she drew a clean table beside them. An upper servant
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: into a ketch, and along with two other chiefs, Maunga and Tuiletu-
funga, deported to the Marshalls. The blow struck fear upon all
sides. Le Mamea (a very able chief) was secretly among the
malcontents. His family and followers murmured at his weakness;
but he continued, throughout the duration of the government, to
serve Brandeis with trembling. A circus coming to Apia, he seized
at the pretext for escape, and asked leave to accept an engagement
in the company. "I will not allow you to make a monkey of
yourself," said Brandeis; and the phrase had a success throughout
the islands, pungent expressions being so much admired by the
natives that they cannot refrain from repeating them, even when
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: liberal, Babbitt-Thompson terms, cheaper than rent.
DORCHESTER.--A corker! Artistic two-family house, all oak trim, parquet
floors, lovely gas log, big porches, colonial, HEATED ALL-WEATHER GARAGE, a
bargain at $11,250.
Dictation over, with its need of sitting and thinking instead of bustling
around and making a noise and really doing something, Babbitt sat creakily
back in his revolving desk-chair and beamed on Miss McGoun. He was conscious
of her as a girl, of black bobbed hair against demure cheeks. A longing which
was indistinguishable from loneliness enfeebled him. While she waited, tapping
a long, precise pencil-point on the desk-tablet, he half identified her with
the fairy girl of his dreams. He imagined their eyes meeting with terrifying
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