| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: a little nearer still, and I could tell she was in the dog-cart.
I neighed loudly, and was overjoyed to hear an answering neigh from Ginger,
and men's voices. They came slowly over the stones, and stopped at
the dark figure that lay upon the ground.
One of the men jumped out, and stooped down over it. "It is Reuben,"
he said, "and he does not stir!"
The other man followed, and bent over him. "He's dead," he said;
"feel how cold his hands are."
They raised him up, but there was no life, and his hair was soaked
with blood. They laid him down again, and came and looked at me.
They soon saw my cut knees.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: But in looking at it very closely he thought he could distinguish
some half-effaced letters. My uncle at once fastened upon this as the
centre of interest, and he laboured at that blot, until by the help
of his microscope he ended by making out the following Runic
characters which he read without difficulty.
"Arne Saknussemm!" he cried in triumph. "Why that is the name of
another Icelander, a savant of the sixteenth century, a celebrated
alchemist!"
I gazed at my uncle with satisfactory admiration.
"Those alchemists," he resumed, "Avicenna, Bacon, Lully, Paracelsus,
were the real and only savants of their time. They made discoveries
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: partition of Poland, and he lived long enough to suffer from the
last armed rising in 1863, an event which affected the future of
all my generation and has coloured my earliest impressions. His
brother, in whose house he had sheltered for some seventeen years
his misanthropical timidity before the commonest problems of
life, having died in the early fifties, Mr. Nicholas B. had to
screw his courage up to the sticking-point and come to some
decision as to the future. After a long and agonising hesitation
he was persuaded at last to become the tenant of some fifteen
hundred acres out of the estate of a friend in the neighbourhood.
The terms of the lease were very advantageous, but the retired
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