| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moby Dick by Herman Melville: and seeing me, glanced again inquiringly towards Peleg.
"He says he's our man, Bildad," said Peleg, "he wants to ship."
"Dost thee?" said Bildad, in a hollow tone, and turning round to me.
"I dost," said I unconsciously, he was so intense a Quaker.
"What do ye think of him, Bildad?" said Peleg.
"He'll do," said Bildad, eyeing me, and then went on spelling away at
his book in a mumbling tone quite audible.
I thought him the queerest old Quaker I ever saw, especially as
Peleg, his friend and old shipmate, seemed such a blusterer. But I
said nothing, only looking round me sharply. Peleg now threw open a
chest, and drawing forth the ship's articles, placed pen and ink
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: says Sandy, "and listen for the gun-fire."
Just then it burst out, "Boom-boom-boom!" like a million
thunderstorms in one, and made the whole heavens rock. Then there
was a sudden and awful glare of light all about us, and in that
very instant every one of the millions of seats was occupied, and
as far as you could see, in both directions, was just a solid pack
of people, and the place was all splendidly lit up! It was enough
to take a body's breath away. Sandy says, -
"That is the way we do it here. No time fooled away; nobody
straggling in after the curtain's up. Wishing is quicker work than
travelling. A quarter of a second ago these folks were millions of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: stillness, from a neighbouring church-tower. "Do you think she'd
ever look at me?" he put to his friend at last.
"Miss Fancourt - as a suitor? Why shouldn't I think it? That's
why I've tried to favour you - I've had a little chance or two of
bettering your opportunity."
"Forgive my asking you, but do you mean by keeping away yourself?"
Paul said with a blush.
"I'm an old idiot - my place isn't there," St. George stated
gravely.
"I'm nothing yet, I've no fortune; and there must be so many
others," his companion pursued.
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