| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: "Let them have what they want, spades, torches. . . . Wasub
will chant the right words. Paradise is the lot of all True
Believers. Do you understand me, Mr. Carter? Paradise! I wonder
what it will be for him! Unless he gets messages to carry through
the jungle, avoiding ambushes, swimming in storms and knowing no
rest, he won't like it."
Carter listened with an unmoved face. It seemed to him that the
Captain had forgotten his presence.
"And all the time he will be sleeping on that sandbank," Lingard
began again, sitting in his old place under the gilt thunderbolts
suspended over his head with his elbows on the table and his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: crazy, Case? What are they frightened of?"
"I wish I could make out," Case answered, shaking his head.
"Appears like one of their tomfool superstitions. That's what I
don't cotton to," he said. "It's like the business about Vigours."
"I'd like to know what you mean by that, and I'll trouble you to
tell me," says I.
"Well, you know, Vigours lit out and left all standing," said he.
"It was some superstition business - I never got the hang of it but
it began to look bad before the end."
"I've heard a different story about that," said I, "and I had
better tell you so. I heard he ran away because of you."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare: And light upon the Brittain Locrine's head?
You ugly sprites that in Cocitus mourn,
And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments:
You fearful dogs that in black Laethe howl,
And scare the ghosts with your wide open throats:
You ugly ghosts that, flying from these dogs,
Do plunge your selves in Puryflegiton:
Come, all of you, and with your shriking notes
Accompany the Brittains' conquering host.
Come, fierce Erinnis, horrible with snakes;
Come, ugly Furies, armed with your whips;
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