| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: PETER was most dreadfully
frightened; he rushed all
over the garden, for he had
forgotten the way back to the
gate.
He lost one of his shoes
among the cabbages, and the
other shoe amongst the potatoes.
AFTER losing them, he ran
on four legs and went
faster, so that I think he might
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: to uncover the secret of life and restore to perpetual animation
the graveyard’s cold clay. Such a quest demands strange materials,
among them fresh human bodies; and in order to keep supplied with
these indispensable things one must live quietly and not far from
a place of informal interment.
West and I had met in college,
and I had been the only one to sympathise with his hideous experiments.
Gradually I had come to be his inseparable assistant, and now
that we were out of college we had to keep together. It was not
easy to find a good opening for two doctors in company, but finally
the influence of the university secured us a practice in Bolton
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: reproach--she herself admits this in her evidence--but seemed to
try to make her forget it by showering gifts and favours on her.
Rich though he was, he had never been open-handed; but nothing
was too fine for his wife, in the way of silks or gems or linen,
or whatever else she fancied. Every wandering merchant was
welcome at Kerfol, and when the master was called away he never
came back without bringing his wife a handsome present--something
curious and particular--from Morlaix or Rennes or Quimper. One
of the waiting-women gave, in cross-examination, an interesting
list of one year's gifts, which I copy. From Morlaix, a carved
ivory junk, with Chinamen at the oars, that a strange sailor had
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