| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: complying to a certain degree with the present fashion, had
always a reference to some more distant period, was garnished
with triple ruffles. Her shoes had diamond buckles, and were
raised a little at heel, an advantage which, possessed in her
youth, she alleged her size would not permit her to forego in her
old age. She always wore rings, bracelets, and other ornaments
of value, either for the materials or the workmanship; nay,
perhaps she was a little profuse in this species of display. But
she wore them as subordinate matters, to which the habits of
being constantly in high life rendered her indifferent; she wore
them because her rank required it, and thought no more of them as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the little old man led Greystoke to where the boy
awaited him.
"They are thy enemies, my son, and to thee belongs
the pleasure of revenge; a mort, mon fils."
Greystoke was determined to sell his life dearly, and
he rushed the lad as a great bull might rush a teasing
dog, but the boy gave back not an inch and when
Greystoke stopped there was a foot of cold steel pro-
truding from his back.
Together they buried the knights at the bottom of the
dry moat at the back of the ruined castle. First they
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucolics by Virgil: You too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
For so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
You are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
Alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
Should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
What misery have I brought upon my head!-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal springs!
Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now,
And Dardan Paris, have made the woods their home.
Let Pallas keep the towers her hand hath built,
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