| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: desired to be alone, that he might act alone, if necessary.
He therefore held himself aloof from his former ac-
quaintances.
From the moment that Harry Blount had fallen by his
side, Jolivet had not ceased his attentions to him. During
the journey from Kolyvan to the camp -- that is to say, for
several hours -- Blount, by leaning on his companion's arm,
had been enabled to follow the rest of the prisoners. He
tried to make known that he was a British subject; but it
had no effect on the barbarians, who only replied by prods
with a lance or sword. The correspondent of the Daily
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: Almost all the streets of old Paris, of which ancient chronicles laud
the magnificence, were like this damp and gloomy labyrinth, where the
antiquaries still find historical curiosities to admire. For instance,
on the house then forming the corner where the Rue du Tourniquet
joined the Rue de la Tixeranderie, the clamps might still be seen of
two strong iron rings fixed to the wall, the relics of the chains put
up every night by the watch to secure public safety.
This house, remarkable for its antiquity, had been constructed in a
way that bore witness to the unhealthiness of these old dwellings;
for, to preserve the ground-floor from damp, the arches of the cellars
rose about two feet above the soil, and the house was entered up three
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea--
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.
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Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
A Child's Garden of Verses |
