| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: began to consider very seriously what I should do, but nothing
offered. I took care to make the world take me for something
more than I was, and had it given out that I was a fortune, and
that my estate was in my own hands; the last of which was
very true, the first of it was as above. I had no acquaintance,
which was one of my worst misfortunes, and the consequence
of that was, I had no adviser, at least who could assist and
advise together; and above all, I had nobody to whom I could
in confidence commit the secret of my circumstances to, and
could depend upon for their secrecy and fidelity; and I found
by experience, that to be friendless in the worst condition,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: and the winds blow, the wood is filled with an innumerable
multitude of shadows, tumultuously tossed and changing; and
at every gust the whole carpet leaps and becomes new. Can
you or your heart say more?
Look back now, for a moment, on your own brief experience of
life; and although you lived it feelingly in your own person,
and had every step of conduct burned in by pains and joys
upon your memory, tell me what definite lesson does
experience hand on from youth to manhood, or from both to
age? The settled tenor which first strikes the eye is but
the shadow of a delusion. This is gone; that never truly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Master of the World by Jules Verne: announce to them another volcanic upheaval.
I watched the conflagration. I heard the roarings and cracklings
which filled the air. From the deck of the "Terror," Robur watched it
also.
Turner and his companion pushed back into the fire the fragments
which the violence of the flames cast forth. Little by little the
huge bonfire grew less. The flames sank down into a mere mass of
burnt-out ashes; and once more all was silence and blackest night.
Suddenly I felt myself seized by the arm. Turner drew me toward the
"Terror." Resistance would have been useless. And moreover what could
be worse than to be abandoned without resources in this prison whose
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