| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: From my childhood I have been accustomed to luxury and idleness,
and have been bred as though my fortune were large, and my
expectations almost without a limit. The idea of wealth has been
familiarised to me from my cradle. I have been taught to look upon
those means, by which men raise themselves to riches and
distinction, as being beyond my heeding, and beneath my care. I
have been, as the phrase is, liberally educated, and am fit for
nothing. I find myself at last wholly dependent upon you, with no
resource but in your favour. In this momentous question of my life
we do not, and it would seem we never can, agree. I have shrunk
instinctively alike from those to whom you have urged me to pay
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: dead bodies of the sailors and over the decks and works
of the vessel.
This operation concluded, they hastily clambered over her
sides, sliding down the guy ropes to the ground. The last
warrior to leave the deck turned and threw something back
upon the vessel, waiting an instant to note the outcome of
his act. As a faint spurt of flame rose from the point where
the missile struck he swung over the side and was quickly
upon the ground. Scarcely had he alighted than the guy ropes
were simultaneous released, and the great warship, lightened
by the removal of the loot, soared majestically into the air,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: dealing, and getting speeches concerning liberty. None heeded
me. Looking back on it I can't rightly blame 'em. I'd no money,
my clothes was filthy mucked; I hadn't changed my linen in
weeks, and I'd no proof of my claims except the ship's papers,
which, they said, I might have stolen. The thieves! The door-
keeper to the American Ambassador - for I never saw even the
Secretary - he swore I spoke French a sight too well for an
American citizen. Worse than that - I had spent my money, d'ye
see, and I - I took to fiddling in the streets for my keep; and - and,
a ship's captain with a fiddle under his arm - well, I don't blame
'em that they didn't believe me.
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