| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: he looked quite down-hearted that morning.
"You see," he said to John, "I am leaving a great deal behind;
my mother and Betsy, and you, and a good master and mistress,
and then the horses, and my old Merrylegs. At the new place
there will not be a soul that I shall know. If it were not that
I shall get a higher place, and be able to help my mother better,
I don't think I should have made up my mind to it; it is a real pinch, John."
"Ay, James, lad, so it is; but I should not think much of you
if you could leave your home for the first time and not feel it. Cheer up,
you'll make friends there; and if you get on well, as I am sure you will,
it will be a fine thing for your mother, and she will be proud enough
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin: entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy determined
on the bold, and as it proved successful, attempt to
beat against the westerly winds by the same route, which
we had followed in the boats to the settlement at Woollya.
We did not see many natives until we were near Ponsonby
Sound, where we were followed by ten or twelve canoes. The
natives did not at all understand the reason of our tacking,
and, instead of meeting us at each tack, vainly strove to
follow us in our zigzag course. I was amused at finding
what a difference the circumstance of being quite superior
in force made, in the interest of beholding these savages.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: Madame Crochard, with a feeble vagueness which seemed to show that she
had not all her wits about her, pulled out the Imperial Cross of the
Legion of Honor. The priest started back at seeing the Emperor's head;
he went up to the penitent again, and she spoke to him, but in such a
low tone that for some minutes Francoise could hear nothing.
"Woe upon me!" cried the old woman suddenly. "Do not desert me. What,
Monsieur l'Abbe, do you think I shall be called to account for my
daughter's soul?"
The Abbe spoke too low, and the partition was too thick for Francoise
to hear the reply.
"Alas!" sobbed the woman, "the wretch has left me nothing that I can
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