| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: it! There is a brew but not for you!"
The old man laughed contemptuously and sat down on the ground.
The overseer listened with attention and agreed, but from his
silence and the expression of his figure it was evident that what
the old man told him was not new to him, that he had thought it
all over long ago, and knew much more than was known to the old
shepherd.
"In my day, I must own, I did seek for fortune a dozen times,"
said the old man, scratching himself nervously. "I looked in the
right places, but I must have come on treasures under a charm. My
father looked for it, too, and my brother, too -- but not a thing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: had on a dressing-gown of some grey stuff with red facings and a
thick red cord round her waist. Her hair was down. She looked a
child; a pale-faced child with big blue eyes and a red mouth a
little open showing a glimmer of white teeth. The light fell
strongly on her as she came up to the end of the table. A strange
child though; she hardly affected one like a child, I remember. Do
you know," exclaimed Mr. Powell, who clearly must have been, like
many seamen, an industrious reader, "do you know what she looked
like to me with those big eyes and something appealing in her whole
expression. She looked like a forsaken elf. Captain Anthony had
moved towards her to keep her away from my end of the table, where
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson: By noble deeds at one with noble vows,
From flat confusion and brute violences,
Reel back into the beast, and be no more?'
He spoke, and taking all his younger knights,
Down the slope city rode, and sharply turned
North by the gate. In her high bower the Queen,
Working a tapestry, lifted up her head,
Watched her lord pass, and knew not that she sighed.
Then ran across her memory the strange rhyme
Of bygone Merlin, `Where is he who knows?
From the great deep to the great deep he goes.'
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