| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: holy smile that gart me scunner. The hand of him aye cawed the
shuttle, but his een was steeked. We cried to him by his name, we
skirted in the deid lug of him, we shook him by the shou'ther. Nae
mainner o' service! There he sat on his dowp, an' cawed the shuttle
and smiled like creish.
"God be guid to us," says Tam Dale, "this is no canny?"
He had jimp said the word, when Tod Lapraik cam to himsel'.
"Is this you, Tam?" says he. "Haith, man! I'm blythe to see ye. I
whiles fa' into a bit dwam like this," he says; "its frae the stamach."
Weel, they began to crack about the Bass and which of them twa was to
get the warding o't, and little by little cam to very ill words, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: "Oh, I forgot. Well, it's too late tonight. Is it much? Are there
many dates and names and things?"
"It is more of a general inquiry and analysis," replied Oscar. "But it
is forty pages of my notes." And he smiled.
"Well, look here. It would be nice to have to-morrow clear for
review. We're not tired. You leave us your notes and go to bed."
Oscar's hand almost moved to cover and hold his precious property, for
this instinct was the deepest in him. But it did not so move, because
his intelligence controlled his instinct nearly, though not quite,
always. His shiny little eyes, however, became furtive and
antagonistic--something the boys did not at first make out.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: PERCIVAL. Do you consider that sufficient, Lord Summerhays?
LORD SUMMERHAYS. Oh quite, quite.
PERCIVAL. _[to Hypatia]_ Lord Summerhays would probably like to hear
you say that you are satisfied, Miss Tarleton.
HYPATIA. _[coming out of the swing, and advancing between Percival
and Lord Summerhays]_ I must say that you have behaved like a perfect
gentleman, Mr. Percival.
PERCIVAL. _[first bowing to Hypatia, and then turning with cold
contempt to Gunner, who is standing helpless]_ We need not trouble
you any further. _[Gunner turns vaguely towards the pavilion]._
JOHNNY _[with less refined offensiveness, pointing to the pavilion]_
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