| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: Grosvenor Place, the gates of the park were opening and the
bedraggled company of night-walkers were being at last
admitted into that paradise of lawns. Challoner and his
companion followed the movement, and walked for awhile in
silence in that tatterdemalion crowd; but as one after
another, weary with the night's patrolling of the city
pavement, sank upon the benches or wandered into separate
paths, the vast extent of the park had soon utterly swallowed
up the last of these intruders; and the pair proceeded on
their way alone in the grateful quiet of the morning.
Presently they came in sight of a bench, standing very open
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: of the chestnuts as they bear up their canopy of leaves. Ever and
again a little wind went by, and the nuts dropped all around me,
with a light and dull sound, upon the sward. The noise was as of a
thin fall of great hailstones; but there went with it a cheerful
human sentiment of an approaching harvest and farmers rejoicing in
their gains. Looking up, I could see the brown nut peering through
the husk, which was already gaping; and between the stems the eye
embraced an amphitheatre of hill, sunlit and green with leaves.
I have not often enjoyed a place more deeply. I moved in an
atmosphere of pleasure, and felt light and quiet and content. But
perhaps it was not the place alone that so disposed my spirit.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: him first thing tomorrow morning, or have him shot, as sure as the sun
rose. He made the fellows tie him up to that little tree before his tent,
with riems round his legs, and riems round his waist, and a riem round his
neck."
"What did the native say?" asked the Englishman.
"Oh, he didn't say anything. There wasn't a soul in the camp could have
understood him if he had. The coloured boys don't know his language. I
expect he's one of those bloody fellows we hit the day we cleared the bush
out yonder; but how he got down that bank with his leg in the state it must
have been, I don't know. He didn't try to fight when they caught him; just
stared in front of him--fright, I suppose. He must have been a big
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