| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: What we want is a horse with supple loins, and not supple only but
short and strong (I do not mean the loins towards the tail, but by the
belly the region between the ribs and thighs). That is the horse who
will be able to plant his hind-legs well under the forearm. If while
he is so planting his hind-quarters, he is pulled up with the bit, he
lowers his hind-legs on his hocks[2] and raises the forepart of his
body, so that any one in front of him will see the whole length of his
belly to the sheath.[3] At the moment the horse does this, the rider
should give him the rein, so that he may display the noblest feats
which a horse can perform of his own free will, to the satisfaction of
the spectators.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: most raised the report upon him was the odd circumstance of his
courtship with the parson's Marjory.
The parson's Marjory was a lass about nineteen, when Will would be
about thirty; well enough looking, and much better educated than
any other girl in that part of the country, as became her
parentage. She held her head very high, and had already refused
several offers of marriage with a grand air, which had got her hard
names among the neighbours. For all that she was a good girl, and
one that would have made any man well contented.
Will had never seen much of her; for although the church and
parsonage were only two miles from his own door, he was never known
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: through, and the white boughs of the trees sprayed across.
A woman's room--full of flowers and photographs and silk pillows--the floor
smothered in rugs--an immense tiger-skin under the piano--just the head
protruding--sleepily savage.
"It was good enough," said Max. "Victor can't be in till late. He told me
to come up and tell you."
He started walking up and down--tore off his gloves and flung them on the
table.
"Don't do that, Max," said Elsa, "you get on my nerves. And I've got a
headache to-day; I'm feverish and quite flushed...Don't I look flushed?"
He paused by the window and glanced at her a moment over his shoulder.
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