| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: Love it was the work of some hours for me to Persuade the poor
despairing Youth that you had really a preference for him; but
when at last he could no longer deny the force of my arguments,
or discredit what I told him, his transports, his Raptures, his
Extacies are beyond my power to describe."
"Oh! the dear Creature, cried I, how passionately he loves me!
But dear Lady Scudamore did you tell him that I was totally
dependant on my Uncle and Aunt?"
"Yes, I told him every thing."
"And what did he say."
"He exclaimed with virulence against Uncles and Aunts; Accused
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: fifty times with physical squalls, and fifty times torn
between conflicting impulses, that we teach people this
indirect and tactical procedure in life, and to judge by
remote consequences instead of the immediate face of things.
The very desire to act as our own souls would have us,
coupled with a pathetic disbelief in ourselves, moves us to
follow the example of others; perhaps, who knows? they may be
on the right track; and the more our patterns are in number,
the better seems the chance; until, if we be acting in
concert with a whole civilised nation, there are surely a
majority of chances that we must be acting right. And again,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: could paint. Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were braying,
bellowing, and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire;
in the centre of which, revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain
of flame, stood a great granite monolith some eight feet in height;
on top of which, incongruous in its diminutiveness, rested the
noxious carven statuette. From a wide circle of ten scaffolds
set up at regular intervals with the flame-girt monolith as a
centre hung, head downward, the oddly marred bodies of the helpless
squatters who had disappeared. It was inside this circle that
the ring of worshippers jumped and roared, the general direction
of the mass motion being from left to right in endless Bacchanal
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