| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: crossed each other, or the opacity of our bodies threw great shadows.
I could not for my life get away from the feeling that there was someone else
amongst us. I suppose it was the recollection, so powerfully brought home
to me by the grim surroundings, of that terrible experience in Transylvania.
I think the feeling was common to us all, for I noticed that the others
kept looking over their shoulders at every sound and every new shadow,
just as I felt myself doing.
The whole place was thick with dust. The floor was seemingly inches deep,
except where there were recent footsteps, in which on holding down
my lamp I could see marks of hobnails where the dust was cracked.
The walls were fluffy and heavy with dust, and in the corners were
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: take those tenders for true pay which were not sterling;
so that, one fine morning, the knight found himself sitting
on a pleasant bank of the Trent, with only a solitary squire,
who still clung to the shadow of preferment, because he did
not see at the moment any better chance of the substance.
The knight did not despair because of the desertion of his followers:
he was well aware that he could easily raise recruits if he could
once find trace of his game; he, therefore, rode about indefatigably
over hill and dale, to the great sharpening of his own appetite
and that of his squire, living gallantly from inn to inn when
his purse was full, and quartering himself in the king's name
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: as it felt. The difference betwixt the atmosphere here and the
cold, wintry twilight out of doors, was like stepping at once
from Nova Zembla to the hottest part of India, or from the North
Pole into an oven. Oh, this was a fine place for the little white
stranger!
The common-sensible man placed the snow-child on the hearth-rug,
right in front of the hissing and fuming stove.
"Now she will be comfortable!" cried Mr. Lindsey, rubbing his
hands and looking about him, with the pleasantest smile you ever
saw. "Make yourself at home, my child."
Sad, sad and drooping, looked the little white maiden, as she
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