| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: honour bright.
Pirbright Smith is well. Old Mr. Pegfurth Bannatyne is here
staying at a country inn. His whole baggage is a pair of socks and
a book in a fishing-basket; and he borrows even a rod from the
landlord. He walked here over the hills from Sanquhar, 'singin',
he says, 'like a mavis.' I naturally asked him about Hazlitt. 'He
wouldnae take his drink,' he said, 'a queer, queer fellow.' But
did not seem further communicative. He says he has become
'releegious,' but still swears like a trooper. I asked him if he
had no headquarters. 'No likely,' said he. He says he is writing
his memoirs, which will be interesting. He once met Borrow; they
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: been consumed with quicklime, had been called up by their yearning and
now stood, a shadow in their midst, in all the majesty of a king. They
were celebrating an anniversary service for the dead whose body lay
elsewhere. Under the disjointed laths and tiles, four Christians were
holding a funeral service without a coffin, and putting up prayers to
God for the soul of a King of France. No devotion could be purer than
this. It was a wonderful act of faith achieved without an
afterthought. Surely in the sight of God it was like the cup of cold
water which counterbalances the loftiest virtues. The prayers put up
by two feeble nuns and a priest represented the whole Monarchy, and
possibly at the same time, the Revolution found expression in the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pericles by William Shakespeare: The minute I began.
PERICLES.
Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child.
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus;
She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all;
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge
She is thy very princess. Who is this?
HELICANUS.
Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
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