| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: "Hast thou seen him, De Vaux?" said the King, smiling; "and
didst thou know an ancient acquaintance?"
"By our Lady of Lanercost," answered De Vaux, "there are so many
surprises and changes in this land that my poor brain turns. I
scarce knew Sir Kenneth of Scotland, till his good hound, that
had been for a short while under my care, came and fawned on me;
and even then I only knew the tyke by the depth of his chest, the
roundness of his foot, and his manner of baying, for the poor
gazehound was painted like any Venetian courtesan."
"Thou art better skilled in brutes than men, De Vaux," said the
King.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: 'I see,' said the Prince. 'I begin to understand.'
'His Highness begins to understand?' repeated Gondremark, with the
sweetest politeness. 'May I beg of him to complete the phrase?'
'The history of the revolution,' replied Otto dryly. 'And now,' he
added, 'what do you conclude?'
'I conclude, your Highness, with a simple reflection,' said the
Baron, accepting the stab without a quiver, 'the war is popular;
were the rumour contradicted to-morrow, a considerable
disappointment would be felt in many classes; and in the present
tension of spirits, the most lukewarm sentiment may be enough to
precipitate events. There lies the danger. The revolution hangs
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: The hills and my house at less than (boom) a minute's interval
quake with thunder; and though I cannot hear that part of it,
shells are falling thick into the fort of Luatuanu'u (boom). It is
my friends of the CURACOA, the FALKE, and the BUSSARD bombarding
(after all these - boom - months) the rebels of Atua. (Boom-boom.)
It is most distracting in itself; and the thought of the poor
devils in their fort (boom) with their bits of rifles far from
pleasant. (Boom-boom.) You can see how quick it goes, and I'll
say no more about Mr. Bow-wow, only you must understand the
perpetual accompaniment of this discomfortable sound, and make
allowances for the value of my copy. It is odd, though, I can well
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