| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: with the sleeping furs stretching over him from one side of the
bunk to the other, and all men could look upon it and declare it
empty.
In the weeks which followed, several domiciliary visits were paid,
not a shack or tent in Nome escaping, but Fortune lay in his
cranny undisturbed. In fact, little attention was given to Uri
Bram's cabin; for it was the last place under the sun to expect to
find the murderer of John Randolph. Except during such
interruptions, Fortune lolled about the cabin, playing long games
of solitaire and smoking endless cigarettes. Though his volatile
nature loved geniality and play of words and laughter, he quickly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: that the next day la Peyrade, who, as Thuillier knew, hadn't a sou,
paid Dutocq precisely that very sum of twenty-five thousand francs."
"The devil!" cried Cerizet, "it isn't a bad trick. Fellows of the
Thuillier species will believe anything against the police."
"We shall see, then," continued du Portail, "whether Thuillier will
want to keep such a collaborator beside him, and above all, whether he
will be so eager to give him his goddaughter."
"You are a strong man, monsieur," said Cerizet, again expressing his
approbation; "but I must own that I feel some scruples at the part
assigned me. La Peyrade came and offered me the management of the
paper, and, you see, I should be working to evict him."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: in the wet lilies - we punt slowly back again to the landing-place
beside the bridge. There is a wish for solitude on all. One hides
himself in the arbour with a cigarette; another goes a walk in the
country with Cocardon; a third inspects the church. And it is not
till dinner is on the table, and the inn's best wine goes round from
glass to glass, that we begin to throw off the restraint and fuse
once more into a jolly fellowship.
Half the party are to return to-night with the wagonette; and some of
the others, loath to break up company, will go with them a bit of the
way and drink a stirrup-cup at Marlotte. It is dark in the
wagonette, and not so merry as it might have been. The coachman
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