| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: Demosthenes it is said, that he had such great confidence in the
Grecian forces, and was so excited by the sight of the courage
and resolution of so many brave men ready to engage the enemy,
that he would by no means endure they should give any heed to
oracles, or hearken to prophecies, but gave out that he
suspected even the prophetess herself, as if she had been
tampered with to speak in favor of Philip. The Thebans he put
in mind of Epaminondas, the Athenians, of Pericles, who always
took their own measures and governed their actions by reason,
looking upon things of this kind as mere pretexts for cowardice.
Thus far, therefore, Demosthenes acquitted himself like a brave
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Majesty) bowling gaily through St James's Park; and in a quarter
of an hour the party surrounds one of the best appointed boards
in London.
But at the time of which we write the house in the King's Road
(let us still continue to call it No. 233) was kept very quiet;
when Michael entertained guests it was at the halls of Nichol or
Verrey that he would convene them, and the door of his private
residence remained closed against his friends. The upper storey,
which was sunny, was set apart for his father; the drawing-room
was never opened; the dining-room was the scene of Michael's
life. It is in this pleasant apartment, sheltered from the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: horrible worrying sound which it was dreadful to listen to. An
elderly man with a red face and shaking limbs came staggering out
at a side door.
"My God!" he cried. "Someone has loosed the dog. It's not been
fed for two days. Quick, quick, or it'll be too late!"
Holmes and I rushed out and round the angle of the house, with
Toller hurrying behind us. There was the huge famished brute, its
black muzzle buried in Rucastle's throat, while he writhed and
screamed upon the ground. Running up, I blew its brains out, and
it fell over with its keen white teeth still meeting in the great
creases of his neck. With much labour we separated them and
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