| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: "Have you ever been yourself, Bruno?"
"They invited me once, last week," Bruno said, very gravely.
"It was to wash up the soup-plates--no, the cheese-plates I mean that
was grand enough. And I waited at table. And I didn't hardly make
only one mistake."
"What was it?" I said. "You needn't mind telling me."
"Only bringing scissors to cut the beef with," Bruno said carelessly.
"But the grandest thing of all was, I fetched the King a glass of cider!"
"That was grand!" I said, biting my lip to keep myself from laughing.
"Wasn't it?" said Bruno, very earnestly. "Oo know it isn't every one
that's had such an honour as that!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: were as fierce and abrupt as those of Cossacks, and swept by as
suddenly. The roar died away in the distance, and we could then
hear the steady musical dripping of waters.
Pleasant it was also to walk out from Juja in almost any
direction. The compound, and the buildings and trees within it,
soon dwindled in the distances of the great flat plain. Herds of
game were always in sight, grazing, lying down, staring in our
direction. The animals were incredibly numerous. Some days they
were fairly tame, and others exceedingly wild, without any rhyme
or reason. This shyness or the reverse seemed not to be
individual to one herd; but to be practically universal. On a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Pitman or nothing. As for me, I think I look as if I might be
called Appleby; something agreeably old-world about
Appleby--breathes of Devonshire cider. Talking of which, suppose
you wet your whistle? the interview is likely to be trying.'
'I think I'll wait till afterwards,' returned Pitman; 'on the
whole, I think I'll wait till the thing's over. I don't know if
it strikes you as it does me; but the place seems deserted and
silent, Mr Finsbury, and filled with very singular echoes.'
'Kind of Jack-in-the-box feeling?' enquired Michael, 'as if all
these empty trains might be filled with policemen waiting for a
signal? and Sir Charles Warren perched among the girders with a
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