| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: There was no other topic of conversation in any of the rooms but
the mystery of the golden bullet and the doors closed from the
inside. The attendants and the policeman gathered whispering in
the corners, and strangers who came in on their own business forgot
it in their excitement over this new and fascinating mystery.
That afternoon Muller passed through Horn's office with a bundle
of papers, on his way to the inner office occupied by his patron,
Chief of Police Bauer. Horn, who had avoided Muller since yesterday
although he was conscious of a freshened interest in the man, raised
his head and watched the little detective as he walked across the
room with his usual quiet tread. The commissioner saw nothing but
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: Against the rolling ship, the pilot cried
To the young helmsman at the stern to luff to windward side
But he, the overbold adulterer,
A dear profaner of great mysteries,
An ardent amorous idolater,
When he beheld those grand relentless eyes
Laughed loud for joy, and crying out 'I come'
Leapt from the lofty poop into the chill and churning foam.
Then fell from the high heaven one bright star,
One dancer left the circling galaxy,
And back to Athens on her clattering car
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cousin Pons by Honore de Balzac: hugged Pons to his heart. So might gas rush to combine with gas.
"Vat happiness!" cried he.
Mme. Cibot was quite touched. "Monsieur is going to dine here every
day!" she cried proudly.
That excellent woman departed downstairs again in ignorance of the
event which had brought about this result, entered her room like
Josepha in /William Tell/, set down the plates and dishes on the table
with a bang, and called aloud to her husband:
"Cibot! run to the /Cafe Turc/ for two small cups of coffee, and tell
the man at the stove that it is for me."
Then she sat down and rested her hands on her massive knees, and gazed
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