| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: small, tossing, woolly mass, and their thin, stick-like legs trotted along
quickly as if the cold and the quiet had frightened them. Behind them an
old sheep-dog, his soaking paws covered with sand, ran along with his nose
to the ground, but carelessly, as if thinking of something else. And then
in the rocky gateway the shepherd himself appeared. He was a lean, upright
old man, in a frieze coat that was covered with a web of tiny drops, velvet
trousers tied under the knee, and a wide-awake with a folded blue
handkerchief round the brim. One hand was crammed into his belt, the other
grasped a beautifully smooth yellow stick. And as he walked, taking his
time, he kept up a very soft light whistling, an airy, far-away fluting
that sounded mournful and tender. The old dog cut an ancient caper or two
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: party seemed to acquiesce. Grace was placed behind her new
guardian, who pursued in silence, and with great speed, the
least-frequented path to the Heugh-foot, and ere evening closed,
set down the fatigued and terrified damsel within a quarter of a
mile of the dwelling of her friends. Many and sincere were the
congratulations which passed on all sides.
As these emotions subsided, less pleasing considerations began to
intrude themselves.
"This is a miserable place for ye a'," said Hobbie, looking
around him; "I can sleep weel eneugh mysell outby beside the
naig, as I hae done mony a lang night on the hills; but how ye
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: spirit had been broken by misery, I should have been happy to have
possessed as the brother of my heart.
I shall continue my journal concerning the stranger at intervals,
should I have any fresh incidents to record.
August 13th, 17-
My affection for my guest increases every day. He excites at once
my admiration and my pity to an astonishing degree. How can I see
so noble a creature destroyed by misery without feeling the most
poignant grief? He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mind is so cultivated,
and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art,
yet they How with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence. He is now much
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