| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: At one time failure seemed inexorably his portion; ill-luck became his
bed-fellow, and whatever he touched he turned, not to gold, but to ashes.
His most vivid conception of a supernatural element in the world's affairs
had come to him once when this pertinacity of misfortune was at its climax;
there seemed to him something stronger in life than his own will.
But the mysterious something could only be the devil, and he was accordingly
seized with an intense personal enmity to this impertinent force.
He had known what it was to have utterly exhausted his credit,
to be unable to raise a dollar, and to find himself at nightfall
in a strange city, without a penny to mitigate its strangeness.
It was under these circumstances that he made his entrance into
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: furthest records or surmises or inferences simply accept it as
existing. Some of these--guesses, let us call them--seem to show
that there was some sort of structure there when the Romans came,
therefore it must have been a place of importance in Druid times--if
indeed that was the beginning. Naturally the Romans accepted it, as
they did everything of the kind that was, or might be, useful. The
change is shown or inferred in the name Castra. It was the highest
protected ground, and so naturally became the most important of
their camps. A study of the map will show you that it must have
been a most important centre. It both protected the advances
already made to the north, and helped to dominate the sea coast. It
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: large airy closet, holding plenty of clothing, but not ours.
"A council of war!" demanded Terry. "Come on back to bed
--the bed's all right anyhow. Now then, my scientific friend, let
us consider our case dispassionately."
He meant me, but Jeff seemed most impressed.
"They haven't hurt us in the least!" he said. "They could have
killed us--or--or anything--and I never felt better in my life."
"That argues that they are all women," I suggested, "and
highly civilized. You know you hit one in the last scrimmage--
I heard her sing out--and we kicked awfully."
Terry was grinning at us. "So you realize what these ladies
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