| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: witnessed Monmouth's return, and the merchant, honoured by the visit of
this gallant - ignorant as he was of the gentleman's fame in town
- placed himself entirely andinstantly at his disposal, though the hour
was late. Sounding him carefully, and finding the fellow most amenable
to any scheme that should achieve the salvation of his purse and
industries, Blake boldly laid his plan before him. Startled at first,
Mr. Newlington upon considering it became so enthusiastic that he
hailed Sir Rowland as his deliverer, and heartily promised his
cooperation. Indeed, it was Mr. Newlington who was, himself, to take
the first step.
Well pleased with his evening's work, Sir Rowland went home to Lupton
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: call. You understand, don't you? There's never been a yip out
of the police. Our methods are too good for that. Look at the
Sparrow to-night. Where there's no chance taken of suspicion
going anywhere except where we lead it, there's no chance of any
trouble - for us! But this cursed she-fiend's another story.
We're not planting plum trees for her to pick any more of the fruit.
Understand?"
She answered him mechanically.
"Yes," she said.
"All right, then; that end of it is up to you," he said significantly.
"You're clever, clever as the devil, Bertha. Use your brains now
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: all, really. He is Shrek, I am Korostelev, and nothing more."
The time dragged on fearfully slowly. Olga Ivanovna lay down in
her clothes on her bed, that had not been made all day, and sank
into a doze. She dreamed that the whole flat was filled up from
floor to ceiling with a huge piece of iron, and that if they
could only get the iron out they would all be light-hearted and
happy. Waking, she realized that it was not the iron but Dymov's
illness that was weighing on her.
"Nature morte, port . . ." she thought, sinking into
forgetfulness again. "Sport . . . Kurort . . . and what of Shrek?
Shrek. . . trek . . . wreck. . . . And where are my friends now?
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