| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: So it is with young people; some will begin their religious, their
social, their sexual interests at fourteen, some not until far on in
the twenties. Britten and I belonged to one of the precocious
types, and Cossington very probably to another. It wasn't that
there was anything priggish about any of us; we should have been
prigs to have concealed our spontaneous interests and ape the
theoretical boy.
The world of man centred for my imagination in London, it still
centres there; the real and present world, that is to say, as
distinguished from the wonder-lands of atomic and microscopic
science and the stars and future time. I had travelled scarcely at
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: second, if it were to save your life. And if you do not choose to
wait, you may go to the bottomless pit for me, and welcome."
And so saying, the Dictator arose from the bench, and marched off
in the direction of Montmartre, shaking his head and swinging his
cane with a most furious air; while his companion remained where he
was, in an attitude of great dejection.
Francis was at the pitch of surprise and horror; his sentiments had
been shocked to the last degree; the hopeful tenderness with which
he had taken his place upon the bench was transformed into
repulsion and despair; old Mr. Scrymgeour, he reflected, was a far
more kindly and creditable parent than this dangerous and violent
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: faith in the drivelling nonsense of deceiving or self-deceived Kafir
medicine-men. These things, indeed, I pointed out with much vigour to
Saduko before we turned in on the last night of the hunt.
Saduko listened in silence and said nothing at all, except that he would
not keep me up any longer, as I must be tired.
Now, whatever may be the reason for it, my experience in life is that it
is never wise to brag about anything. At any rate, on a hunting trip,
to come to a particular instance, wait until you are safe at home till
you begin to do so. Of the truth of this ancient adage I was now
destined to experience a particularly fine and concrete example.
The place where we had camped was in scattered bush overlooking a great
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