| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: the scratch on the floor that had excited his thoughts and absorbed
them day and night.
"It was a top-a top" repeated the detective to himself again and
again. "I don't see why I didn't think of that right away. Why,
of course, nothing else could have drawn such a perfect curve around
the room, unhindered by the legs of the desk. Only I don't see how
a toy like that could have any connection with this cruel and
purposeless murder. Why, only a fool - or a madman - "
Muller sprang up from his chair and again a sharp shrill whistle
came from his lips. "A madman! - " he repeated, beating his own
forehead. "It could only have been a madman who committed this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: lie, and less to a question of money than on any other.-- Monsieur,"
he said, turning to Corentin and Derville, "my father left us, besides
the land----"
Courtois and Cachan signaled in vain to Sechard; he went on:
"Three hundred thousand francs, which raises the whole estate to about
five hundred thousand francs."
"Monsieur Cachan," asked Eve Sechard, "what proportion does the law
allot to a natural child?"
"Madame," said Corentin, "we are not Turks; we only require you to
swear before these gentlemen that you did not inherit more than five
hundred thousand francs from your father-in-law, and we can come to an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: is a saying that when two devils come together, hell is to pay.
This is to be expected, and this certainly was to be expected when
Batard and Black Leclere came together. The first time they met,
Batard was a part-grown puppy, lean and hungry, with bitter eyes;
and they met with snap and snarl, and wicked looks, for Leclere's
upper lip had a wolfish way of lifting and showing the white, cruel
teeth. And it lifted then, and his eyes glinted viciously, as he
reached for Batard and dragged him out from the squirming litter.
It was certain that they divined each other, for on the instant
Batard had buried his puppy fangs in Leclere's hand, and Leclere,
thumb and finger, was coolly choking his young life out of him.
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