| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into
the inmost recesses of catacombs. I paused again, and this time I
made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss
upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of
moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is
too late. Your cough--"
"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another
draught of the Medoc."
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it
at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: writer calculated upon having a vessel so much at command, in
all probability he would not have ventured to land. The
SMEATON rode at what sailors call a SALVAGEE, with a cross-
head made fast to the floating buoy. This kind of attachment
was found to be more convenient than the mode of passing the
hawser through the ring of the buoy when the vessel was to be
made fast. She had then only to be steered very close to the
buoy, when the salvagee was laid hold of with a boat-hook, and
the BITE of the hawser thrown over the cross-head. But the
salvagee, by this method, was always left at the buoy, and
was, of course, more liable to chafe and wear than a hawser
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. He had meant to
be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him
altogether. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of
his first step. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably
used by Ann Veronica.
"Look here," he said, "I brought you here to make love to you."
"I didn't understand--your idea of making love. You had better
let me go again."
"Not yet," he said. "I do love you. I love you all the more for
the streak of sheer devil in you. . . . You are the most
beautiful, the most desirable thing I have ever met in this
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