| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: assemblage of fine objects that I have seen nowhere else. Mr.
Rutherford, the Lord Advocate, who is of the Ministry, had written
to his friends that we were coming, and several gentlemen came by
breakfast time the next morning. Mr. Gordon, his nephew, married
the daughter of Prof. Wilson, and invited us to dine that day to
meet the professor, etc. . . . We drove out after breakfast into the
country to Hawthornden, formerly the residence of Drummond the poet,
and to Lord Roslin's grounds, where are the ruins of Roslin Castle
and above all, of the Roslin Chapel. . . . After lingering and
admiring long we returned to Edinburgh just in season for dinner at
Mr. Gordon's, where we found Prof. Wilson, and another daughter and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: silence. Slowly and regularly the great drops of sweat
gathered on their faces. As regularly they raised the
backs of their hands to wipe them away. Only the
Chinaman, broad-faced, calm, impassive as Buddha,
save for a little crafty smile in one corner of his eye,
seemed utterly unaffected by the heat, cool as autumn.
His loose sleeve fell back from his forearm when he
moved his hand forward, laying his bets. A jade
bracelet slipped back and forth as smoothly as on
yellow ivory.
Or again, one night when the plain was like a sea
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: check them off against the theatre and balls. Books can be had here
as well as anywhere. As to people: in a large city you meet a great
many, and they're all busy, and unless you make an especial and
particular effort--which you're not likely to--you'll see them only
casually and once in a great while. In a small place you know fewer
people; but you know them intimately." She broke off with a half-
laugh. "I'm from New York," she stated humorously, "and you've
magicked me into an eloquent defense of Podunk!" She laughed up at
Orde quite frankly. "Giant Strides!" she challenged suddenly. She
turned off the edge of the sand-hill, and began to plunge down its
slope, leaning far back, her arms extended, increasing as much as
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