| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: back and reflect duly upon the terrors of the time, and whoever does
so well see that it is not an ordinary strength that could support it. It
was not like appearing in the head of an army or charging a body of
horse in the field, but it was charging Death itself on his pale horse; to
stay was indeed to die, and it could be esteemed nothing less,
especially as things appeared at the latter end of August and the
beginning of September, and as there was reason to expect them at
that time; for no man expected, and I dare say believed, that the
distemper would take so sudden a turn as it did, and fall immediately
two thousand in a week, when there was such a prodigious number of
people sick at that time as it was known there was; and then it was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: inseparable epithet--"horrid." Without any such training she
would have been a shy lover, but now she was an impossible one.
For the rest she had derived, I suppose, partly from the sort of
fiction she got from the Public Library, and partly from the
workroom talk at Smithie's. So far as the former origin went,
she had an idea of love as a state of worship and service on the
part of the man and of condescension on the part of the woman.
There was nothing "horrid" about it in any fiction she had read.
The man gave presents, did services, sought to be in every way
delightful. The woman "went out" with him, smiled at him, was
kissed by him in decorous secrecy, and if he chanced to offend,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: have inflicted upon him, so wondrous was his affection for me.
The diadem in the center of the circlet of gold upon the brow of
Lakor proclaimed him a Holy Thern, while his companion, not thus
adorned, was a lesser thern, though from his harness I gleaned that
he had reached the Ninth Cycle, which is but one below that of the
Holy Therns.
As I stood for a moment looking at the gruesome havoc Woola
had wrought, there recurred to me the memory of that other occasion
upon which I had masqueraded in the wig, diadem, and harness of
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