| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: Bot I am wel the more unglad,
For that is othre mennes game
It torneth me to pure grame.
Thus am I with miself oppressed
Of thoght, the which I have impressed, 50
That al wakende I dreme and meete
That I with hire al one meete
And preie hire of som good ansuere:
Bot for sche wol noght gladly swere,
Sche seith me nay withouten oth;
And thus wexe I withinne wroth,
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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: that boat right up. Hello, forward there, Charlie, all hands,
tumble out!"
Then Wilbur and Moran caught themselves looking into each other's
eyes. At once something--perhaps the latent silence of the
schooner--told them there was to be no answer. The two ran for-
ward: Moran swung herself into the fo'castle hatch, and without
using the ladder dropped to the deck below. In an instant her
voice came up the hatch:
"The bunks are empty--they're gone--abandoned us." She came up the
ladder again.
"Look," said Wilbur, as she regained the deck. "The dory's gone;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: common shows of that sort--that I have ever seen. I stood over
him wondering, wondering beyond measure.
A practical idea came into that confusion. Had any one heard the
gun?
I reloaded.
After a time I felt securer, and gave my mind again to the dead I
had killed. What must I do?
It occurred to me that perhaps I ought to bury him. At any rate,
I ought to hide him. I reflected coolly, and then put my gun
within easy reach and dragged him by the arm towards a place
where the mud seemed soft, and thrust him in. His powder-flask
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