| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: its way to Uncle Gordon on the Ross of Grisapol; and he, as he was
a man who held blood thicker than water, wrote to me the day he
heard of my existence, and taught me to count Aros as my home.
Thus it was that I came to spend my vacations in that part of the
country, so far from all society and comfort, between the codfish
and the moorcocks; and thus it was that now, when I had done with
my classes, I was returning thither with so light a heart that July
day.
The Ross, as we call it, is a promontory neither wide nor high, but
as rough as God made it to this day; the deep sea on either hand of
it, full of rugged isles and reefs most perilous to seamen - all
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: can be trusted. We will forget all this. I will not let Augustine
marry before Virginie.--Your interest will be ten per cent."
The young man, to whom love gave I know not what power of courage and
eloquence, clasped his hand, and spoke in his turn--spoke for a
quarter of an hour, with so much warmth and feeling, that he altered
the situation. If the question had been a matter of business the old
tradesman would have had fixed principles to guide his decision; but,
tossed a thousand miles from commerce, on the ocean of sentiment,
without a compass, he floated, as he told himself, undecided in the
face of such an unexpected event. Carried away by his fatherly
kindness, he began to beat about the bush.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: this checking, the foreman, Tom North, entered.
"The river's rising a little"? he remarked conversationally as he
reached for the second set of tally boards.
"You're crazy," muttered Orde, without looking up. "It's clear as a
bell; and there have been no rains reported from anywhere."
"It's rising a little, just the same," insisted North, going out.
An hour later Orde, having finished his clerical work, walked out
over the booms. The water certainly had risen; and considerably at
that. A decided current sucked through the interstices in the
piling. The penned logs moved uneasily.
"I should think it was rising!" said Orde to himself, as he watched
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