| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: swallowed his second drink of coffee and spirit. This done, he
motioned to us to lift the lid of the lady's coffin, pointing out
a certain catch in the bolts which at first we could not master,
for it will be remembered that on this coffin these were shot.
In the end, by pursuing the same methods that we had used in
the instance of his own, we raised the coffin lid and once more
were driven to retreat from the sepulchre for a while by the
overpowering odour like to that of a whole greenhouse full of
tuberoses, that flowed out of it, inducing a kind of stupefaction
from which even Tommy fled.
When we returned it was to find the man kneeling by the side of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: weak-eyed child.
"You take it and get into the cart with it," said Tant Sannie. "What do
you want here, listening to our woman's talk?"
The young man arose, and meekly went out with the baby.
"I'm very glad you are going to be married, my child," said Tant Sannie, as
she drained the last drop from her coffee cup. "I wouldn't say so while
that boy was here, it would make him too conceited; but marriage is the
finest thing in the world. I've been at it three times, and if it pleased
God to take this husband from me I should have another. There's nothing
like it, my child; nothing."
"Perhaps it might not suit all people, at all times, as well as it suits
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: of Interlaken. I leaned back idly in chair No. 7, and looked with
the tepidest curiosity at the small, black, bald-spotted head just
visible above the back of No. 9.
Suddenly No. 9 hurled a book to the floor between his chair and the
window, and, looking, I saw that it was The Rose-Lady and Trevelyan,
one of the best-selling novels of the present day. And then the
critic or Philistine, whichever he was, veered his chair toward the
window, and I knew him at once for John A. Pescud, of Pittsburgh,
travelling salesman for a plate-glass company--an old acquaintance
whom I had not seen in two years.
In two minutes we were faced, had shaken hands, and had finished with
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