| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: once, after emptying it, full of Rhenish, seventeen times, he had
seen them wink! When it came to the mug's turn to be made into
spoons, it half broke poor little Gluck's heart; but the brothers
only laughed at him, tossed the mug into the melting pot, and
staggered out to the alehouse, leaving him, as usual, to pour the
gold into bars when it was all ready.
When they were gone, Gluck took a farewell look at his old
friend in the melting pot. The flowing hair was all gone; nothing
remained but the red nose and the sparkling eyes, which looked more
malicious than ever. "And no wonder," thought Gluck, "after
being treated in that way." He sauntered disconsolately to the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: black winter afternoon, long Leslie Stephen, in his velvet jacket,
met me in the SPEC. by appointment, took me over to the infirmary,
and in the crackling, blighting gaslight showed me that old head
whose excellent representation I see before me in the photograph.
Now when a man has six friends, to introduce a seventh is usually
hopeless. Yet when you were presented, you took to them and they
to you upon the nail. You must have been a fine fellow; but what a
singular fortune I must have had in my six friends that you should
take to all. I don't know if it is good Latin, most probably not:
but this is enscrolled before my eye for Walter: TANDEM E NUBIBUS
IN APRICUM PROPERAT. Rest, I suppose, I know, was all that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: He led her through the passage, up a narrow flight of stairs. An
old woman in a flaring cap sat at the top, nodding,--wakening now
and then, to rock herself to and fro, and give the shrill Irish
keen.
"You know that stoker who was killed in the mill a month ago? Of
course not,--what are such people to you? There was a girl who
loved him,--you know what that is? She's dead now, here. She
drank herself to death,--a most unpicturesque suicide. I want
you to look at her. You need not blush for her life of shame,
now; she's dead.--Is Hetty here?"
The woman got up.
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