| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: In a low tone Bridge crooned a snatch of the poem that he
and Billy liked best:
And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere you wait for me,
With buds of roses in your hair and kisses on your mouth.
Bridge's mental vision was concentrated upon the veranda
of a white-walled ranchhouse to the east. He shook his head
angrily.
"It's just as well," he thought. "She's not for me."
Something moved upon the ground beyond the window.
Bridge became suddenly intent upon the thing. He saw it rise
and resolve itself into the figure of a man, and then, in a low
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James: terminus of the cul-de-sac. So could things go when there was a
hand to keep them consistent--a hand that pulled the wire with a
skill at which the elder man more and more marvelled. The elder
man felt responsible, but he also felt successful, since what had
taken place was simply the issue of his own contention, six weeks
before, that they properly should wait to see what their friends
would have really to say. He had determined Chad to wait, he had
determined him to see; he was therefore not to quarrel with the
time given up to the business. As much as ever, accordingly, now
that a fortnight had elapsed, the situation created for Sarah, and
against which she had raised no protest, was that of her having
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: party followed. Nell kept close beside Jim, and the old man tramped after them
with bowed head. The sun set, but Wingenund never slackened his stride.
Twilight deepened, yet he kept on.
"Indian, we can go no further to-night, we must rest," cried Jim, as Nell
stumbled against him, and Mr. Wells panted wearily in the rear.
"Rest soon," replied the chief, and kept on.
Darkness had settled down when Wingenund at last halted. The fugitives could
see little in the gloom, but they heard the music of running water, and felt
soft moss beneath their feet.
They sank wearily down upon a projecting stone. The moss was restful to their
tired limbs. Opening the pack they found food with which to satisfy the
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