| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: and I suppose the new arrivals from Woking also helped to
restore confidence. At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow,
intermittent movement upon the sand pits began, a move-
ment that seemed to gather force as the stillness of the eve-
ning about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black
figures in twos and threes would advance, stop, watch,
and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin
irregular crescent that promised to enclose the pit in its
attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move towards
the pit.
Then I saw some cabmen and others had walked boldly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: "Then my father, full of rage, wheeled round and seized his wife
by the throat, and began to slap her full in the face with the
disengaged hand.
"My mother's hat fell off, her hair became disheveled and fell
down her back: she essayed to parry the blows, but could not
escape from them. And my father, like a madman, banged and banged
at her. My mother rolled over on the ground, covering her face in
both her hands. Then he turned her over on her back in order to
batter her still more, pulling away the hands which were covering
her face.
"As for me, my friend, it seemed as though the world had come to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "It is useless," she replied, resignedly. "This is the end."
"Do as I tell you," he commanded. "Quickly! He is about
to charge." The girl dropped back a few paces, where she
stood watching for the terrible sight that she knew she
should soon witness.
The lion was advancing slowly toward Tarzan, his nose to
the ground, like a challenging bull, his tail extended now
and quivering as though with intense excitement.
The ape-man stood, half crouching, the long Arab knife
glistening in the moonlight. Behind him the tense figure of
the girl, motionless as a carven statue. She leaned slightly
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