| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: London. I had about as much chance of cutting back to the water as
a turned turtle. I just screwed up my window again to leave my hands
free, and waited for them. There wasn't anything else for me to do.
"But they didn't come on very much. I began to suspect why. 'Jimmy
Goggles,' I says, 'it's your beauty does it.' I was inclined to be a
little light-headed, I think, with all these dangers about and the
change in the pressure of the blessed air. 'Who're ye staring at?' I
said, as if the savages could hear me. 'What d'ye take me for? I'm
hanged if I don't give you something to stare at,' I said, and with
that I screwed up the escape valve and turned on the compressed air
from the belt, until I was swelled out like a blown frog. Regular
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Damien by Robert Louis Stevenson: house on Beretania Street which the cabman envied, driving past? -
racy details of the misconduct of the poor peasant priest, toiling
under the cliffs of Molokai?
Many have visited the station before me; they seem not to have
heard the rumour. When I was there I heard many shocking tales,
for my informants were men speaking with the plainness of the
laity; and I heard plenty of complaints of Damien. Why was this
never mentioned? and how came it to you in the retirement of your
clerical parlour?
But I must not even seem to deceive you. This scandal, when I read
it in your letter, was not new to me. I had heard it once before;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: weary wandering, far and wide since I lived in Cheiron's
cave, above Iolcos by the sea? In vain is the skill and the
voice which my goddess mother gave me; in vain have I sung
and laboured; in vain I went down to the dead, and charmed
all the kings of Hades, to win back Eurydice my bride. For I
won her, my beloved, and lost her again the same day, and
wandered away in my madness, even to Egypt and the Libyan
sands, and the isles of all the seas, driven on by the
terrible gadfly, while I charmed in vain the hearts of men,
and the savage forest beasts, and the trees, and the lifeless
stones, with my magic harp and song, giving rest, but finding
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