| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: staying at a retired farmhouse, fleeting the time carelessly,
simply, healthily. Sickened by forty-eight hours of continuous
rain, we had fastened greedily upon the chance which a glorious
October day at length offered, and had set out, complete with
sandwiches, for one of the longer walks. Daphne constituted
herself guide. We never asked her to. But as such we just
accepted her. We were quite passive in the matter. Going, she
had guided us with a careless confidence which shamed suspicion.
But coming back, she had early displayed unmistakable signs of
hesitation and anxiety. Thereafter she had plunged desperately,
with the result that at three o'clock we found ourselves reduced
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: terror of vision. When he opened them the room, the other
contiguous rooms, extraordinarily, seemed lighter - so light,
almost, that at first he took the change for day. He stood firm,
however that might be, just where he had paused; his resistance had
helped him - it was as if there were something he had tided over.
He knew after a little what this was - it had been in the imminent
danger of flight. He had stiffened his will against going; without
this he would have made for the stairs, and it seemed to him that,
still with his eyes closed, he would have descended them, would
have known how, straight and swiftly, to the bottom.
Well, as he had held out, here he was - still at the top, among the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: Thornton. Buck hurried on, swiftly and stealthily, every nerve
straining and tense, alert to the multitudinous details which told
a story--all but the end. His nose gave him a varying description
of the passage of the life on the heels of which he was
travelling. He remarked die pregnant silence of the forest. The
bird life had flitted. The squirrels were in hiding. One only he
saw,--a sleek gray fellow, flattened against a gray dead limb so
that he seemed a part of it, a woody excrescence upon the wood
itself.
As Buck slid along with the obscureness of a gliding shadow, his
nose was jerked suddenly to the side as though a positive force
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