| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: "A few months ago I wanted a search made of the time of Charles I in one
of the most interesting registers in a large town (which shall be nameless)
in England. I wrote to the custodian of it, and asked him kindly to do
the search for me, and if he was unable to read the names to get some one
who understood the writing of that date to decipher the entries for me.
I did not have a reply for a fortnight, but one morning the postman brought
me a very large unregistered book-packet, which I found to be the original
Parish Registers! He, however, addressed a note with it stating that
he thought it best to send me the document itself to look at, and begged
me to be good enough to return the Register to him as soon as done with.
He evidently wished to serve me--his ignorance of responsibility without
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: come.... But very likely I shall come back here."
"Will you make me a promise?"
Maskull hesitated. "Ask nothing difficult, for I hardly know my
powers yet."
"It is not hard, and I wish it. Promise this - never to raise your
hand against a living creature, either to strike, pluck, or eat,
without first recollecting its mother, who suffered for it."
"Perhaps I won't promise that," said Maskull slowly, "but I'll
undertake something more tangible. I will never lift my hand against
a living creature without first recollecting you, Joiwind."
She turned a little pale. "Now if Panawe knew that Panawe existed,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: They were the youngest of us; ragged boys of ten and twelve, with
sunburned hair, weather-stained faces, and pale blue eyes. Otto,
the elder, was the best mathematician in school, and clever
at his books, but he always dropped out in the spring term as if
the river could not get on without him. He and Fritz caught the
fat, horned catfish and sold them about the town, and they lived
so much in the water that they were as brown and sandy as the river
itself.
There was Percy Pound, a fat, freckled boy with chubby cheeks,
who took half a dozen boys' story-papers and was always being kept
in for reading detective stories behind his desk. There was Tip
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