| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: the bristles on his neck, and stood at bay with fire flashing
from his eyes. Ulysses was the first to raise his spear and try
to drive it into the brute, but the boar was too quick for him,
and charged him sideways, ripping him above the knee with a gash
that tore deep though it did not reach the bone. As for the
boar, Ulysses hit him on the right shoulder, and the point of
the spear went right through him, so that he fell groaning in
the dust until the life went out of him. The sons of Autolycus
busied themselves with the carcass of the boar, and bound
Ulysses' wound; then, after saying a spell to stop the bleeding,
they went home as fast as they could. But when Autolycus and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: THE CASE OF THE POCKET DIARY FOUND IN THE SNOW
by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner
CHAPTER I
THE DISCOVERY IN THE SNOW
A quiet winter evening had sunk down upon the great city. The
clock in the old clumsy church steeple of the factory district had
not yet struck eight, when the side door of one of the large
buildings opened and a man came out into the silent street.
It was Ludwig Amster, one of the working-men in the factory,
starting on his homeward way. It was not a pleasant road, this
street along the edge of the city. The town showed itself from
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: reeling against the wall in a paroxysm of choking coughs. Some
more of the twenty-five thousand began to emerge from the skep,
and a moment later I was stung in the lobe of the right ear.
The pain, I may say, was acute, but it certainly broke the spell,
and I turned and ran as I have never run before.
Across the garden, down the drive, out of the lodge gates, over a
hedge, with eighteen inches to spare, and across country like a
thoroughbred.
At last I plunged into a roadside wood almost on the top of a
girl. She stared at me.
"Lie down," I gasped.
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