| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy: and carters were enjoying a half-holiday on account of the
events of the morning--though the carters would have to
return for a short time later on, to feed and litter down
the horses. He had reached the granary steps and was
about to ascend, when he said to himself aloud, "I'm
stronger than he."
Henchard returned to a shed, where he selected a short piece
of rope from several pieces that were lying about; hitching
one end of this to a nail, he took the other in his right
hand and turned himself bodily round, while keeping his arm
against his side; by this contrivance he pinioned the arm
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
My tender youth was never yet attaint
With any passion of inflaming love,
I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
Agree to any covenants, and procure
That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
To cross the seas to England, and be crown'd
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: when the sun has come back. There is a great thaw and a bending,
a sound of running waters, and a budding and sprouting of green
things. And there is drumming of partridges, and songs of robins,
and great music, for the winter is broken, Passuk, and I have
learned the love of woman.'
"She smiled and moved for me to draw her closer. And she said, 'I
am glad.' After that she lay quiet for a long time, breathing
softly, her head upon my breast. Then she whispered: 'The trail
ends here, and I am tired. But first I would speak of other
things. In the long ago, when I was a girl on the Chilcat, I
played alone among the skin bales of my father's lodge; for the
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