| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James: halls seemed better places to talk. It was a splendid morning,
with something in the air that told of the waning of the long
Venetian summer; a freshness from the sea which stirred the
flowers in the garden and made a pleasant draught in the house,
less shuttered and darkened now than when the old woman was alive.
It was the beginning of autumn, of the end of the golden months.
With this it was the end of my experiment--or would be in the course
of half an hour, when I should really have learned that the papers
had been reduced to ashes. After that there would be nothing left
for me but to go to the station; for seriously (and as it struck me
in the morning light) I could not linger there to act as guardian
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death by Patrick Henry: of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with
which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House.
Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves
to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our
petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and
darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and
reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that
force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves,
sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to
which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: On March 23,
the manuscript continued, Wilcox failed to appear; and inquiries
at his quarters revealed that he had been stricken with an obscure
sort of fever and taken to the home of his family in Waterman
Street. He had cried out in the night, arousing several other
artists in the building, and had manifested since then only alternations
of unconsciousness and delirium. My uncle at once telephoned the
family, and from that time forward kept close watch of the case;
calling often at the Thayer Street office of Dr. Tobey, whom he
learned to be in charge. The youth's febrile mind, apparently,
was dwelling on strange things; and the doctor shuddered now and
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