| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: My Lady, who was thy security, hath sent it me for thee."
Sir William pressed, but Robin was inflexible.
"It is paid," said Robin, "as this good knight can testify,
who saw my Lady's messenger depart but now."
Sir William looked round to the stranger knight, and instantly fell
on his knee, saying, "God save King Richard."
The foresters, friar and all, dropped on their knees together,
and repeated in chorus: "God save King Richard."
"Rise, rise," said Richard, smiling: "Robin is king here, as his lady
hath shown. I have heard much of thee, Robin, both of thy present and thy
former state. And this, thy fair forest-queen, is, if tales say true,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: tervals. Anxiety kept Michael Strogoff awake. He
walked up and down, but always in the stern of the steamer.
Once, however, he happened to pass the engine-room. He
then found himself in the part reserved for second and
third-class passengers.
There, everyone was lying asleep, not only on the benches,
but also on the bales, packages, and even the deck itself.
Some care was necessary not to tread on the sleepers, who
were lying about everywhere. They were chiefly mujiks,
accustomed to hard couches, and quite satisfied with the
planks of the deck. But no doubt they would, all the same,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: mind...exclusively.'
'At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom,' said Charlie.
'Rock bottom! The bottom that has no bottom! The Bolshevists will have
the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest
mechanical equipment.
'But this thing can't go on...this hate business. There must be a
reaction...' said Hammond.
'Well, we've been waiting for years...we wait longer. Hate's a growing
thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas
on to life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we
force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula,
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