| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: thinking, blinking; then he got stiffly to his feet and
resumed his place upon the settle, the bad piece still in his
hand. So he sat for some time, looking upon the half-crown,
and now wondering to himself on the injustice and partiality
of the law, now computing again and again the nature of his
loss. So he was still sitting when Mr. Archer entered the
kitchen. At this a light came into his face, and after some
seconds of rumination he dispatched Nance upon an errand.
'Mr. Archer,' said he, as soon as they were alone together,
'would you give me a guinea-piece for silver?'
'Why, sir, I believe I can,' said Mr. Archer.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: down in there. I hadn't never hearn a corpse flop
before, and didn't know but what it might be some-
how injurious to me, and I wasn't going to take no
chances.
So I went out and played in the front yard, and
waited fur Elmira. But I couldn't seem to get my
mind settled on playing I was a horse, nor nothing.
I kep' thinking mebby Hank's corpse is going to
come flopping out of that cistern and whale me
some unusual way. I hadn't never been licked by
a corpse, and didn't rightly know jest what one is,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: with his open palm. "From that old woman. William had it in his
pocket since this morning when Miss Moorsom gave it to him to show
me. Forgot all about it till an hour ago. Thought it was of no
importance. Well, no! Not till it was properly read."
Renouard and Miss Moorsom emerged from the shadows side by side, a
well-matched couple, animated yet statuesque in their calmness and
in their pallor. She had let go his wrist. On catching sight of
Renouard the Editor exclaimed:
"What - you here!" in a quite shrill voice.
There came a dead pause. All the faces had in them something
dismayed and cruel.
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