| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: moment that it would give way beneath them. Swept
along in the middle of the current, it was unnecessary to
give it an oblique direction until they drew near the quays
of Irkutsk. Michael, his teeth tight set, his ear on the
strain, did not utter a word. Never had he been so near
his object. He felt that he was about to attain it!
Towards two in the morning a double row of lights
glittered on the dark horizon in which were confounded
the two banks of the Angara. On the right hand were the
lights of Irkutsk; on the left, the fires of the Tartar camp.
Michael Strogoff was not more than half a verst from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: face. "Filthy old beast! Ugh! And the smell of her--like stale cheese
and damp washing."
"Very well!" she answered shortly; "it's cash down or I leave to-morrow.
All right: don't shout."
It was extraordinary--always before this woman came near her she trembled
in her shoes--even the sound of those flat feet stumping up the stairs made
her feel sick, but once they were face to face she felt immensely calm and
indifferent, and could not understand why she even worried about money, nor
why she sneaked out of the house on tiptoe, not even daring to shut the
door after her in case the landlady should hear and shout something
terrible, nor why she spent nights pacing up and down her room--drawing up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Certainly not, my dear."
Then Dorothy fell silent again. The yellow hen was some company, and
a bit of comfort, too; but it was dreadfully lonely out on the big
ocean, nevertheless.
After a time the hen flew up and perched upon the topmost slat of the
coop, which was a little above Dorothy's head when she was sitting
upon the bottom, as she had been doing for some moments past.
"Why, we are not far from land!" exclaimed the hen.
"Where? Where is it?" cried Dorothy, jumping up in great excitement.
"Over there a little way," answered the hen, nodding her head in a
certain direction. "We seem to be drifting toward it, so that
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