| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
CATESBY. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party for the gain thereof;
And thereupon he sends you this good news,
That this same very day your enemies,
The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.
HASTINGS. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries;
But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows I will not do it to the death.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: what he wanted, or, what was much worse, what they wanted. He kept
sending flowers, as if to bestrew the path of his retreat, which
was never the path of a return. Flowers were all very well, but -
Pemberton could complete the proposition. It was now positively
conspicuous that in the long run the Moreens were a social failure;
so that the young man was almost grateful the run had not been
short. Mr. Moreen indeed was still occasionally able to get away
on business and, what was more surprising, was likewise able to get
back. Ulick had no club but you couldn't have discovered it from
his appearance, which was as much as ever that of a person looking
at life from the window of such an institution; therefore Pemberton
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: entertained.'
'I envy you,' said he. 'I have jogged many miles of it myself when
I was younger. My youth lies buried about here under every
heather-bush, like the soul of the licentiate Lucius. But you
should have a guide. The pleasure of this country is much in the
legends, which grow as plentiful as blackberries.' And directing
my attention to a little fragment of a broken wall no greater than
a tombstone, he told me for an example a story of its earlier
inhabitants. Years after it chanced that I was one day diverting
myself with a Waverley Novel, when what should I come upon but the
identical narrative of my green-coated gentleman upon the moors!
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