| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: at Leatherhead. But that night the strangeness of things about
me, and my physical wretchedness, prevented me, for I was
bruised, weary, wet to the skin, deafened and blinded by
the storm.
I had a vague idea of going on to my own house, and
that was as much motive as I had. I staggered through the
trees, fell into a ditch and bruised my knees against a plank,
and finally splashed out into the lane that ran down from
the College Arms. I say splashed, for the storm water was
sweeping the sand down the hill in a muddy torrent. There
in the darkness a man blundered into me and sent me reeling
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac: ruches, and the sleeves came down to their wrists. Swathing in this
way their natural charms, this costume gave them a vague resemblance
to Egyptian hermae; though from these blocks of muslin rose enchanting
little heads of tender melancholy. They felt themselves the objects of
pity, and inwardly resented it. What woman, however innocent, does not
desire to excite envy?
No dangerous idea, unhealthy or even equivocal, soiled the pure pulp
of their brain; their hearts were innocent, their hands were horribly
red, and they glowed with health. Eve did not issue more innocent from
the hands of God than these two girls from their mother's home when
they went to the mayor's office and the church to be married, after
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: Don't think any more of that letter just now."
On the old woman's invitation, each drew in his chair,
James Starr opposite to Madge--to do him honor--the father
and son opposite to each other. It was a good Scotch dinner.
First they ate "hotchpotch," soup with the meat swimming
in capital broth. As old Simon said, his wife knew no rival
in the art of preparing hotchpotch. It was the same with the
"cockyleeky," a cock stewed with leeks, which merited high praise.
The whole was washed down with excellent ale, obtained from
the best brewery in Edinburgh.
But the principal dish consisted of a "haggis," the national pudding,
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