| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: dignity it may have had as a stroke of fate, as a call on
courage. Mr. d'Alcacer, acutely observant and alert for the
slightest hints, preferred to look upon himself as the victim not
of a swindle but of a rough man naively engaged in a contest with
heaven's injustice. D'Alcacer did not examine his heart, but some
lines of a French poet came into his mind, to the effect that in
all times those who fought with an unjust heaven had possessed
the secret admiration and love of men. He didn't go so far as
love but he could not deny to himself that his feeling toward
Lingard was secretly friendly and--well, appreciative. Mr.
Travers sat up suddenly. What a horrible nuisance, thought
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: and surveying a staircase of superb breadth, but cracked and carpetless,
she further ventured the opinion that there were rats, as large
as terriers at home, and that if one put one's foot down with any
force one would come through the floor. As for hot water--at this
point her investigations left her speechless.
"Poor creature!" she murmured to the sallow Spanish servant-girl
who came out with the pigs and hens to receive them, "no wonder you
hardly look like a human being!" Maria accepted the compliment
with an exquisite Spanish grace. In Chailey's opinion they would
have done better to stay on board an English ship, but none knew
better than she that her duty commanded her to stay.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: THE SUMMER SUN SHONE ROUND ME
THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.
The deep grass moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
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