| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: of Brown's was no laughing matter. Ona was a working girl, and did not
own waterproofs and such things, and so Jurgis took her and put her on
the streetcar. Now it chanced that this car line was owned by gentlemen
who were trying to make money. And the city having passed an ordinance
requiring them to give transfers, they had fallen into a rage; and first
they had made a rule that transfers could be had only when the fare was
paid; and later, growing still uglier, they had made another--that the
passenger must ask for the transfer, the conductor was not allowed to
offer it. Now Ona had been told that she was to get a transfer; but it
was not her way to speak up, and so she merely waited, following the
conductor about with her eyes, wondering when he would think of her.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: John?"
"I'll try, Phebe," he said. "Any way, I'll grant that the boys
belong to you more than to me."
Phebe Vincent's character had verily changed. Her attacks of semi-
hysterical despondency never returned; her gloomy prophecies
ceased. She was still grave, and the trouble of so many years
never wholly vanished from her face; but she performed every duty
of her life with at least a quiet willingness, and her home became
the abode of peace; for passive content wears longer than
demonstrative happiness.
David and Jonathan grew as one boy: the taste and temper of one was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: I could not keep from thinking of my maddening dreams, of the
frightful legends which lay behind them, and of the present fears
of natives and miners concerning the desert and its carven stones.
And yet I plodded on as if to some eldritch rendezvous - more
and more assailed by bewildering fancies, compulsions, and pseudo-memories.
I thought of some of the possible contours of the lines of stones
as seen by my son from the air, and wondered why they seemed at
once so ominous and so familiar. Something was fumbling and rattling
at the latch of my recollection, while another unknown force sought
to keep the portal barred.
The night was windless, and the pallid
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