| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: Lute obeyed, but when she placed her hand on the board she was conscious of a
vague and nameless fear at this toying with the supernatural. She was
twentieth-century, and the thing in essence, as her uncle had said, was
mediaeval. Yet she could not shake off the instinctive fear that arose in
her--man's inheritance from the wild and howling ages when his hairy, apelike
prototype was afraid of the dark and personified the elements into things of
fear.
But as the mysterious influence seized her hand and sent it meriting across
the paper, all the unusual passed out of the situation and she was unaware of
more than a feeble curiosity. For she was intent on another visioning--this
time of her mother, who was also unremembered in the flesh. Not sharp and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: about my packet till this day, had not a fortunate accident
delivered me from all my hesitations. This was at night, when I
was once more leaving the room, the thing not yet done, and myself
in despair at my own cowardice.
"What do you carry about with you, Mr. Mackellar?" she asked.
"These last days, I see you always coming in and out with the same
armful."
I returned upon my steps without a word, laid the papers before her
on the table, and left her to her reading. Of what that was, I am
now to give you some idea; and the best will be to reproduce a
letter of my own which came first in the budget and of which
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: coming short of his hopes!
And yet I believe I have it in me, I believe I have sufficient
devotion and ability, not only to keep alive the flame of his love in
our solitary life, far from the world, but even to make it burn
stronger and brighter. If I am mistaken, if this splendid idyl of love
in hiding must come to an end--an end! what am I saying?--if I find
Gaston's love less intense any day than it was the evening before, be
sure of this, Renee, I should visit my failure only on myself; no
blame should attach to him. I tell you now it would mean my death. Not
even if I had children could I live on these terms, for I know myself,
Renee, I know that my nature is the lover's rather than the mother's.
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