| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: rock, a flock of sheep came pattering. They were huddled together, a
small, tossing, woolly mass, and their thin, stick-like legs trotted along
quickly as if the cold and the quiet had frightened them. Behind them an
old sheep-dog, his soaking paws covered with sand, ran along with his nose
to the ground, but carelessly, as if thinking of something else. And then
in the rocky gateway the shepherd himself appeared. He was a lean, upright
old man, in a frieze coat that was covered with a web of tiny drops, velvet
trousers tied under the knee, and a wide-awake with a folded blue
handkerchief round the brim. One hand was crammed into his belt, the other
grasped a beautifully smooth yellow stick. And as he walked, taking his
time, he kept up a very soft light whistling, an airy, far-away fluting
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: animadverteret aut civitatem animadvertere iuberet. His omnibus rebus
unum repugnabat, quod Diviciaci fratris summum in populum Romanum studium,
summum in se voluntatem, egregiam fidem, iustitiam, temperantiam
cognoverat; nam ne eius supplicio Diviciaci animum offenderet verebatur.
Itaque prius quam quicquam conaretur, Diviciacum ad se vocari iubet et,
cotidianis interpretibus remotis, per C. Valerium Troucillum, principem
Galliae provinciae, familiarem suum, cui summam omnium rerum fidem
habebat, cum eo conloquitur; simul commonefacit quae ipso praesente in
concilio [Gallorum] de Dumnorige sint dicta, et ostendit quae separatim
quisque de eo apud se dixerit. Petit atque hortatur ut sine eius
offensione animi vel ipse de eo causa cognita statuat vel civitatem
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: `The memory of Mrs. Bartley will make my
whole winter fragrant.' Just like him.
He will go on getting measureless satisfaction
out of you by his study fire. What a man he is
for looking on at life!" Bartley sighed,
pushed the letters back impatiently,
and went over to the window. "This is a
nasty sort of day to sail. I've a notion to
call it off. Next week would be time enough."
"That would only mean starting twice.
It wouldn't really help you out at all,"
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