| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: misfortunes. Even at that hour, when he perceived himself quite
lost, when he saw he had but effected an exchange of enemies, and
overthrown Harris to set Hastie up, no sign of weakness appeared in
his behaviour, and he withdrew to his tent, already determined (I
must suppose) upon affronting the incredible hazard of his last
expedient, with the same easy, assured, genteel expression and
demeanour as he might have left a theatre withal to join a supper
of the wits. But doubtless within, if we could see there, his soul
trembled.
Early in the night, word went about the camp that he was sick; and
the first thing the next morning he called Hastie to his side, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: tallness is brought best home even to the mind of a seaman. The
man who has looked upon his ship going over too far is made aware
of the preposterous tallness of a ship's spars. It seems
impossible but that those gilt trucks which one had to tilt one's
head back to see, now falling into the lower plane of vision, must
perforce hit the very edge of the horizon. Such an experience
gives you a better impression of the loftiness of your spars than
any amount of running aloft could do. And yet in my time the royal
yards of an average profitable ship were a good way up above her
decks.
No doubt a fair amount of climbing up iron ladders can be achieved
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: any scene if it hadn't been for that McFee woman. If he were the
Governor, he would put a poll tax of a hundred ounces a quarter
upon her and her kind and all gospel sharks and sky pilots. And
certainly Freda had behaved very ladylike, held her own with Mrs.
Eppingwell besides. Never gave the girl credit for the grit. He
looked lingeringly over her, coming back now and again to the
eyes, behind the deep earnestness of which he could not guess lay
concealed a deeper sneer. And, Jove, wasn't she well put up!
Wonder why she looked at him so? Did she want to marry him, too?
Like as not; but she wasn't the only one. Her looks were in her
favor, weren't they? And young--younger than Loraine Lisznayi.
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