| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: of the soldiers, respecting the nature of the earl's offence.
"A complication of offences," replied Sir Ralph, "superinduced on the original
basis of forest-treason. He began with hunting the king's deer, in despite
of all remonstrance; followed it up by contempt of the king's mandates,
and by armed resistance to his power, in defiance of all authority;
and combined with it the resolute withholding of payment of certain moneys
to the abbot of Doncaster, in denial of all law; and has thus made himself the
declared enemy of church and state, and all for being too fond of venison."
And the knight helped himself to half a pasty.
"A heinous offender," said a little round oily friar,
appropriating the portion of pasty which Sir Ralph had left.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: spires of Thran. And just at the hour of dusk he came to the southern
gate, and was stopped by a red-robed sentry till he had told three
dreams beyond belief, and proved himself a dreamer worthy to walk
up Thran's steep mysterious streets and linger in the bazaars
where the wares of the ornate galleons were sold. Then into that
incredible city he walked; through a wall so thick that the gate
was a tunnel, and thereafter amidst curved and undulant ways winding
deep and narrow between the heavenward towers. Lights shone through
grated and balconied windows, and,the sound of lutes and pipes
stole timid from inner courts where marble fountains bubbled.
Carter knew his way, and edged down through darker streets to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac: to fish sardine. They lived over there, look!" said the fisherman,
going up a hillock to show us an island in the little Mediterranean
between the dunes where we were walking and the marshes of Guerande.
"You can see the house from here. It belonged to him. Jacquette Brouin
and Cambremer had only one son, a lad they loved--how shall I say?--
well, they loved him like an only child, they were mad about him. How
many times we have seen them at fairs buying all sorts of things to
please him; it was out of all reason the way they indulged him, and so
folks told them. The little Cambremer, seeing that he was never
thwarted, grew as vicious as a red ass. When they told pere Cambremer,
'Your son has nearly killed little such a one,' he would laugh and
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