| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: "You know well that he lives, Macumazahn, for how could he die
till his work was accomplished? Moreover, you will remember that
he spoke to you when last moon was but just past her full--in a
dream, Macumazahn. I brought that dream, although you did not
see me."
"Pish!" I exclaimed. "Have done with your talk of dreams. Who
thinks anything of dreams?"
"You do," she replied even more placidly than before, "you whom
that dream has brought hither--with others."
"You lie," I said rudely. "The Basutos brought me here."
"The Watcher-by-Night is pleased to say that I lie, so doubtless
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: they had no prospects, no principles--no refinement and no power. But
now he had become so debased that he could not even attempt to
disguise from himself his yearning to know the secret thoughts of his
servants. Several times he looked up covertly at the faces of those
girls. Impossible to know. They changed his plates and utterly ignored
his existence. What impenetrable duplicity. Women--nothing but women
round him. Impossible to know. He experienced that heart-probing,
fiery sense of dangerous loneliness, which sometimes assails the
courage of a solitary adventurer in an unexplored country. The sight
of a man's face--he felt--of any man's face, would have been a
profound relief. One would know then--something--could understand.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: we know what's underneath it--eh? Now, master, quick! What you
have to say, say speedily, for the little captain and a cluster of
'em are in the fields, and only waiting for us. Sharp's the word,
and strike's the action. Quick!'
Barnaby was not proof against this bustle and despatch. The look
of mingled astonishtnent and anger which had appeared in his face
when he turned towards them, faded from it as the words passed from
his memory, like breath from a polished mirror; and grasping the
weapon which Hugh forced upon him, he proudly took his station at
the door, beyond their hearing.
'You might have spoiled our plans, master,' said Hugh. 'YOU, too,
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