| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: answer she simply looked at me in charged silence, letting me see
that tears had gathered in her eyes. These tears, I may remark,
produced an effect on me of which the end is not yet. There was a
moment when I felt it my duty to mention them to Neil Paraday, but
I was deterred by the reflexion that there were questions more
relevant to his happiness.
These question indeed, by the end of the season, were reduced to a
single one - the question of reconstituting so far as might be
possible the conditions under which he had produced his best work.
Such conditions could never all come back, for there was a new one
that took up too much place; but some perhaps were not beyond
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: farther on the beaten way, or recede again to the shelter of the
hedge, have something of the same free delicacy of line - of the same
swing and wilfulness. You might think for a whole summer's day (and
not have thought it any nearer an end by evening) what concourse and
succession of circumstances has produced the least of these
deflections; and it is, perhaps, just in this that we should look for
the secret of their interest. A foot-path across a meadow - in all
its human waywardness and unaccountability, in all the GRATA
PROTERVITAS of its varying direction - will always be more to us than
a railroad well engineered through a difficult country. No reasoned
sequence is thrust upon our attention: we seem to have slipped for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: when Buck finished his ration and returned, he found his nest
occupied. A warning snarl told him that the trespasser was Spitz.
Till now Buck had avoided trouble with his enemy, but this was too
much. The beast in him roared. He sprang upon Spitz with a fury
which surprised them both, and Spitz particularly, for his whole
experience with Buck had gone to teach him that his rival was an
unusually timid dog, who managed to hold his own only because of
his great weight and size.
Francois was surprised, too, when they shot out in a tangle from
the disrupted nest and he divined the cause of the trouble. "A-a-
ah!" he cried to Buck. "Gif it to heem, by Gar! Gif it to heem,
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