| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: of a human whirlpool, and the matter began to look very bad for
us. Just then, however, a fortunate thing happened. Umslopogaas,
either by accident or design, broke out of the ring and engaged
a warrior at some few paces from it. As he did so, another man
ran up and struck him with all his force between his shoulders
with his great spear, which, falling on the tough steel shirt,
failed to pierce it and rebounded. For a moment the man stared
aghast -- protective armour being unknown among these tribes
-- and then he yelled out at the top of his voice --
'They are devils -- bewitched, bewitched!' And seized by a
sudden panic, he threw down his spear, and began to fly. I cut
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: clothes detaching themselves violently against the squalor and
sordid grime of the schooner's background.
"Oh, my!" repeated Miss Herrick in dismay, half closing her eyes.
"To think of what you must have been through! I thought you had
some kind of a yacht. I had no idea it would be like this." And
as she spoke, Moran came suddenly upon the group from behind the
foresail, and paused in abrupt surprise, her thumbs in her belt.
She still wore men's clothes and was booted to the knee. The
heavy blue woolen shirt was open at the throat, the sleeves rolled
half-way up her large white arms. In her belt she carried her
haftless Scandinavian dirk. She was hatless as ever, and her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: sufficient to itself? Look round you--I, the most despised and
most decrepit on Nature's common, have required sympathy and help
from no one. These stones are of my own piling; these utensils I
framed with my own hands; and with this"--and he laid his hand
with a fierce smile on the long dagger which he always wore
beneath his garment, and unsheathed it so far that the blade
glimmered clear in the fire-light--"with this," he pursued, as he
thrust the weapon back into the scabbard, "I can, if necessary,
defend the vital spark enclosed in this poor trunk, against the
fairest and strongest that shall threaten me with injury."
It was with difficulty Isabella refrained from screaming out
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