| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: So they thought, throwing their weight on the end of their long poles.
The big canoe glided on swiftly, noiselessly, and smoothly, towards
Arsat's clearing, till, in a great rattling of poles thrown down, and
the loud murmurs of "Allah be praised!" it came with a gentle knock
against the crooked piles below the house.
The boatmen with uplifted faces shouted discordantly, "Arsat! O
Arsat!" Nobody came. The white man began to climb the rude ladder
giving access to the bamboo platform before the house. The juragan of
the boat said sulkily, "We will cook in the sampan, and sleep on the
water."
"Pass my blankets and the basket," said the white man, curtly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde: or fancies that she hears, that clear cold voice. In the courtyard
below, the son of Priam is buckling on his brazen cuirass. The
white arms of Andromache are around his neck. He sets his helmet
on the ground, lest their babe should be frightened. Behind the
embroidered curtains of his pavilion sits Achilles, in perfumed
raiment, while in harness of gilt and silver the friend of his soul
arrays himself to go forth to the fight. From a curiously carven
chest that his mother Thetis had brought to his ship-side, the Lord
of the Myrmidons takes out that mystic chalice that the lip of man
had never touched, and cleanses it with brimstone, and with fresh
water cools it, and, having washed his hands, fills with black wine
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: your name is Andrusha? Yes, yes. . . . H'm! . . . upon my soul! .
. . Do you learn lessons?"
My mother, exaggerating and embellishing as all mothers do, began
to describe my achievements in the sciences and the excellence of
my behaviour, and I walked round my uncle and, following the
ceremonial laid down for me, I continued making low bows. Then my
mother began throwing out hints that with my remarkable abilities
it would not be amiss for me to get a government nomination to
the cadet school; but at the point when I was to have burst into
tears and begged for my uncle's protection, my uncle suddenly
stopped and flung up his hands in amazement.
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