| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: even on outlying reefs there would be a little cock of snow, like a
toy lighthouse. Everything was grey and white in a cold and dolorous
sort of shepherd's plaid. In the profound silence, broken only by
the noise of oars at sea, a horn was sounded twice; and I saw the
postman, girt with two bags, pause a moment at the end of the clachan
for letters.
It is, perhaps, characteristic of Dunure that none were brought him.
The people at the public-house did not seem well pleased to see me,
and though I would fain have stayed by the kitchen fire, sent me 'ben
the hoose' into the guest-room. This guest-room at Dunure was
painted in quite aesthetic fashion. There are rooms in the same
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: than twenty minutes. At last the
rope gave way with such a sudden
jerk that it nearly pulled his teeth
out, and quite knocked him over
backwards.
Inside the house there was a great
crash and splash, and the noise of
a pail rolling over and over.
But no screams. Mr. Tod was
mystified; he sat quite still, and
listened attentively. Then he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: untoward incident had occurred aboard the boat--a fact which
seemed to strengthen the web of circumstantial evidence about her.
For six more days after the storm lessened we still had fairly
rough weather; nor did the sun once show himself during all
that time. For the season--it was now the middle of June--the
storm was unusual; but being from southern California, I was
accustomed to unusual weather. In fact, I have discovered that
the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.
We kept steadily to our westward course, and as the U-33 was one
of the fastest submersibles we had ever turned out, I knew that we
must be pretty close to the North American coast. What puzzled
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