| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: As soon as they had cast anchor and hauled down the sail, the
negroes went into the hold and brought up a long rope-ladder,
heavily weighted with lead. The master of the galley threw it over
the side, making the ends fast to two iron stanchions. Then the
negroes seized the youngest of the slaves and knocked his gyves
off, and filled his nostrils and his ears with wax, and tied a big
stone round his waist. He crept wearily down the ladder, and
disappeared into the sea. A few bubbles rose where he sank. Some
of the other slaves peered curiously over the side. At the prow of
the galley sat a shark-charmer, beating monotonously upon a drum.
After some time the diver rose up out of the water, and clung
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: out, to give the alarm in the event of the ship breaking from
her moorings. The seaman on watch continued only two hours;
he who kept watch at this time was a tall, slender man of a
black complexion; he had no greatcoat nor over-all of any
kind, but was simply dressed in his ordinary jacket and
trousers; his hat was tied under his chin with a napkin, and
he stood aft the foremast, to which he had lashed himself with
a gasket or small rope round his waist, to prevent his falling
upon deck or being washed overboard. When the writer looked
up, he appeared to smile, which afforded a further symptom of
the confidence of the crew in their ship. This person on
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: "Ah, yes. Of course. But what about the auction halma?"
"That's what's worrying me. And so I was going to say if you'll
be good enough to tell me where I am, I'll make my way home to
where I'm staying."
Before I could reply, a voice that I recognized came through the
drawing- room window.
"Ah, how do you do, Mrs. Fletcher. Sorry we've taken to up so
much of your husband's time. But he's done us proud. I had
fourteen. Just cast your eye- your critical eye- over this arm
and take your pick. How do you like them? Penny plain, twopence
coloured. Walk up. Damn. I beg your pardon. Has the ambulance
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