| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: ran strong, and his memories of chantings in the great stone circles
were not altogether connected with Wilbur and his grandfather.
Darkness fell upon a stricken countryside too passive to organize
for real defence. In a few cases closely related families would
band together and watch in the gloom under one roof; but in general
there was only a repetition of the barricading of the night before,
and a futile, ineffective gesture of loading muskets and setting
pitchforks handily about. Nothing, however, occurred except some
hill noises; and when the day came there were many who hoped that
the new horror had gone as swiftly as it had come. There were
even bold souls who proposed an offensive expedition down in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: which I have been present; where we played at All-fours, Pope-
Joan, Tome-come-tickle-me, and other choice old games; and
where we sometimes had a good old English country dance to
the tune of Sir Roger de Coverley. Once a year, also, the
neighbors would gather together, and go on a gypsy party to
Epping Forest. It would have done any man's heart good to
see the merriment that took place here as we banqueted on the
grass under the trees. How we made the woods ring with
bursts of laughter at the songs of little Wagstaff and the merry
undertaker! After dinner, too, the young folks would play at
blind-man's-buff and hide-and-seek; and it was amusing to see
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: perplexed the least observant. The ruffian, at least, whom I
now carried Pinkerton to visit, was one of the most crapulous in
the quarter. He turned out for our delectation a huge "crust" (as
we used to call it) of St. Stephen, wallowing in red upon his
belly in an exhausted receiver, and a crowd of Hebrews in blue,
green, and yellow, pelting him--apparently with buns; and
while we gazed upon this contrivance, regaled us with a piece
of his own recent biography, of which his mind was still very
full, and which he seemed to fancy, represented him in a heroic
posture. I was one of those cosmopolitan Americans, who
accept the world (whether at home or abroad) as they find it,
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