| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: Through the whole set of Irish Deans;
I'm daily stunned with such a medley,
Dean W-, Dean D-l, and Dean S-;
That let what Dean soever come,
My orders are, I'm not at home;
And if your voice had not been loud,
You must have passed among the crowd.
But, now your danger to prevent,
You must apply to Mrs. Brent,
For she, as priestess, knows the rites
Wherein the God of Earth delights.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: and the minute they was through, he went for them,
and done his level best to catch them in lies and spile
their testimony. But now, how different. When Lem first
begun to talk, and never said anything about speaking
to Jubiter or trying to borrow a dog off of him, he was
all alive and laying for Lem, and you could see he was
getting ready to cross-question him to death pretty soon,
and then I judged him and me would go on the stand
by and by and tell what we heard him and Jim Lane say.
But the next time I looked at Tom I got the cold shivers.
Why, he was in the brownest study you ever see--miles and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: Cornelius double-locked the door, took away the key and descended the
staircase, leaving the young nobleman as much befooled as a bell-
founder when on opening his mould he finds nothing. Alone, without
light, seated on a stool, in a little garret from which so many of his
predecessors had gone to the scaffold, the young fellow felt like a
wild beast caught in a trap. He jumped upon the stool and raised
himself to his full height in order to reach one of the little
openings through which a faint light shone. Thence he saw the Loire,
the beautiful slopes of Saint-Cyr, the gloomy marvels of Plessis,
where lights were gleaming in the deep recesses of a few windows. Far
in the distance lay the beautiful meadows of Touraine and the silvery
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