| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: at the trusty messenger.
"Fail not to give it to the white man," he murmured. "Thy servant
hears, O Rajah. It's a charm of great power."
The shadows were growing to the westward. Everybody was silent,
and the shifting group of armed men seemed to have drifted
closer. Immada, drawing the end of a scarf across her face,
confronted the advance with only one eye exposed. On the flank of
the armed men Sentot was performing a slow dance but he, too,
seemed to have gone dumb.
"Now go," breathed out Rajah Hassim, his gaze levelled into space
immovably.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: "Well, I declare!" she said.
"I told you I should come, you know," Winterbourne rejoined, smiling.
"Well, I didn't believe it," said Miss Daisy.
"I am much obliged to you," laughed the young man.
"You might have come to see me!" said Daisy.
"I arrived only yesterday."
"I don't believe tte that!" the young girl declared.
Winterbourne turned with a protesting smile to her mother, but this
lady evaded his glance, and, seating herself, fixed her eyes upon
her son. "We've got a bigger place than this," said Randolph.
"It's all gold on the walls."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: from their hauberks, and their helms, and they staggered to
and fro like drunken men. Then they hurtled together like
rams and each battered other the wind out of his body. So
they sat either on one side of the bridge, to take their
breath, glaring the one at the other as two owls. Then they
stepped together and fought freshly, smiting and thrusting,
ramping and reeling, panting, snorting, and scattering blood, for
the space of two hours. So the knight in black and yellow,
because he was heavier, drave Martimor backward step by step till
he came to the crown of the bridge, and there fell grovelling.
At this the Lady Beauvivante shrieked and wailed, but the damsel
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