| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: Ivan Ivanovitch could no longer control himself. His lips quivered;
his mouth lost its usual V shape, and became like the letter O; he
glared so that he was terrible to look at. This very rarely happened
with Ivan Ivanovitch: it was necessary that he should be extremely
angry at first.
"Then, I declare to you," exclaimed Ivan Ivanovitch, "that I will no
longer know you!"
"A great pity! By Heaven, I shall never weep on that account!"
retorted Ivan Nikiforovitch. He lied, by Heaven, he lied! for it was
very annoying to him.
"I will never put my foot inside your house gain!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Bill of Rights: and the persons or things to be seized.
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No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime,
unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising
in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service
in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for
the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb;
nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself,
nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law;
nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: she could. The last time she had been with Danglar - as Gypsy Nan
- she had, in self-protection, forbidding intimacy, played up what
he called her "grouch" at his neglect of her.
She paused in the doorway. Halfway across the room, at the table,
Danglar's gaunt, swarthy face showed under the rays of a shaded
oil lamp. Behind her spectacles, she met his small, black ferret
eyes steadily.
"Hello, Bertha!" he called out cheerily. "How's the old girl
to-night?" He rose from his seat to come toward her. "And how's
the cold?"
Rhoda Gray scowled at him.
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