| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: of wheels, the reverberation of footsteps, fell half-toned upon
the ear, like sounds that visit a dozing brain.
Daily, almost at the same hour, the continuous sense of
atmospheric oppression became thickened;--a packed herd of
low-bellying clouds lumbered up from the Gulf; crowded blackly
against the sun; flickered, thundered, and burst in torrential
rain--tepid, perpendicular--and vanished utterly away. Then,
more furiously than before, the sun flamed down;--roofs and
pavements steamed; the streets seemed to smoke; the air grew
suffocating with vapor; and the luminous city filled with a
faint, sickly odor,--a stale smell, as of dead leaves suddenly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: the corners, and strangers who came in on their own business forgot
it in their excitement over this new and fascinating mystery.
That afternoon Muller passed through Horn's office with a bundle
of papers, on his way to the inner office occupied by his patron,
Chief of Police Bauer. Horn, who had avoided Muller since yesterday
although he was conscious of a freshened interest in the man, raised
his head and watched the little detective as he walked across the
room with his usual quiet tread. The commissioner saw nothing but
the usual humble business-like manner to which he was accustomed
- then suddenly something happened that came to him like a distinct
shock. Muller stopped in his walk so suddenly that one foot was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: distinctly human in the eyes of the historian only at the
epoch at which he began to create for himself a literature. As
far back as we can trace the progress of the human race
continuously by means of the written word, so far do we feel a
true historical interest in its fortunes, and pursue our
studies with a sympathy which the mere lapse of time is
powerless to impair. But the primeval man, whose history never
has been and never will be written, whose career on the earth,
dateless and chartless, can be dimly revealed to us only by
palaeontology, excites in us a very different feeling. Though
with the keenest interest we ransack every nook and corner of
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