| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: of the enclosure and stared inland at the green bush that had
swallowed up Moreau and Montgomery. When would they return, and how?
Then far away up the beach a little grey Beast Man appeared,
ran down to the water's edge and began splashing about.
I strolled back to the doorway, then to the corner again,
and so began pacing to and fro like a sentinel upon duty.
Once I was arrested by the distant voice of Montgomery bawling,
"Coo-ee--Moreau!" My arm became less painful, but very hot.
I got feverish and thirsty. My shadow grew shorter.
I watched the distant figure until it went away again. Would Moreau
and Montgomery never return? Three sea-birds began fighting for some
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: consideration of his physical peculiarities, though it proceeded to the
subtlest analysis of nerve, bone, and muscle, could in the present stage of
our knowledge have proved to us what generations of experience appear to
have proved, that, with that organisation which constitutes the German,
goes an unique aptitude for music. There is always the possibility of
mistaking the result of training and external circumstance for inherent
tendency, but when we consider the passion for music which the German has
shown, and when we consider that the greatest musicians the world has seen,
from Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart to Wagner, have been of that race, it
appears highly probable that such a correlation between the German
organisation and the intellectual gift of music does exist. Similar
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: whole letter. There's no secrets in that."
"The button has been pressed in too far and caught down. That seems
to be the main trouble," said Muller, readjusting the little knob.
"I'd like a candle here if I may have one."
"I'll get you a light at once," said Franz. But his intentions,
however excellent, seemed difficult of fulfilment. It was rapidly
growing dark, and the old butler peered about uncertainly. "Stupid,"
he muttered. "I don't know where she keeps the matches. I can't
find them anywhere. I'm not a smoker, so I haven't any in my pocket."
"Nor I," said Muller calmly, letting his hand close protectingly
over a new full box of them in his own pocket.
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