| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: ground. The party had returned to Nice at the beginning of the
winter, but not to the charming villa. They went to an hotel,
where they stayed three months, and then moved to another
establishment, explaining that they had left the first because,
after waiting and waiting, they couldn't get the rooms they wanted.
These apartments, the rooms they wanted, were generally very
splendid; but fortunately they never COULD get them - fortunately,
I mean, for Pemberton, who reflected always that if they had got
them there would have been a still scantier educational fund. What
Morgan said at last was said suddenly, irrelevantly, when the
moment came, in the middle of a lesson, and consisted of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: little truckle bed in the alcove behind the academy, considering a
passage that he had read last night in Danet on double and triple
feints. It had seemed to him when reading it that Danet had stopped
short on the threshold of a great discovery in the art of fencing.
Essentially a theorist, Andre-Louis perceived the theory suggested,
which Danet himself in suggesting it had not perceived. He lay now
on his back, surveying the cracks in the ceiling and considering
this matter further with the lucidity that early morning often
brings to an acute intelligence. You are to remember that for close
upon two months now the sword had been Andre-Louis' daily exercise
and almost hourly thought. Protracted concentration upon the subject
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: had to turn his back on the hotel across the road. I believe he was
glad I was there to talk to. But I thought there was some
misapprehension in the first statement he shot out at me without
loss of time, that Captain Anthony had been glad to see him. It was
indeed difficult to believe that, directly he opened the door, his
wife's "sailor-brother" had positively shouted: "Oh, it's you! The
very man I wanted to see."
"I found him sitting there," went on Fyne impressively in his
effortless, grave chest voice, "drafting his will."
This was unexpected, but I preserved a noncommittal attitude,
knowing full well that our actions in themselves are neither mad nor
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