| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: was harnessing the horses to the plough to which he had been
assigned two days before, a stable-boy from the division barn
helping him.
Promptly discharged from the employ of the sheep-raisers after
the lamentable accident near the Long Trestle, Vanamee had
presented himself to Harran, asking for employment. The season
was beginning; on all the ranches work was being resumed. The
rain had put the ground into admirable condition for ploughing,
and Annixter, Broderson, and Osterman all had their gangs at
work. Thus, Vanamee was vastly surprised to find Los Muertos
idle, the horses still in the barns, the men gathering in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: old man to enable him to accomplish so much hard labour; and though
he still babbled dementedly at times, his carpentry seemed to
show the effects of sound calculation. It had already begun as
soon as Wilbur was born, when one of the many tool sheds had been
put suddenly in order, clapboarded, and fitted with a stout fresh
lock. Now, in restoring the abandoned upper storey of the house,
he was a no less thorough craftsman. His mania showed itself only
in his tight boarding-up of all the windows in the reclaimed section
- though many declared that it was a crazy thing to bother with
the reclamation at all.
Less inexplicable was his fitting up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: brightened and babbled of Paris; he soared into cloudy bombast on
the glories of the political arena. All was to be changed; as the
day departed, it took with it the vestiges of an outworn existence,
and to-morrow's sun was to inaugurate the new. 'Enough,' he cried,
'of this life of maceration!' His wife (still beautiful, or he was
sadly partial) was to be no longer buried; she should now shine
before society. Jean-Marie would find the world at his feet; the
roads open to success, wealth, honour, and post-humous renown.
'And O, by the way,' said he, 'for God's sake keep your tongue
quiet! You are, of course, a very silent fellow; it is a quality I
gladly recognise in you - silence, golden silence! But this is a
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