| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: I beckoned him to follow me into the saloon
where I sat down to write a letter of recommenda-
tion for him to a man I knew on shore.
When finished I pushed it across the table. "It
may be of some good to you when you leave the
hospital."
He took it, put it in his pocket. His eyes were
looking away from me--nowhere. His face was
anxiously set.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked.
"I don't feel bad now, sir," he answered stiffly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: boy, and now watched his unhappy eyes seizing upon the various exits and
dispositions of the theatre; nor could he imagine anything to tell him
that should restore the perished confidence. "Why did yu' lead him off?"
he asked himself unexpectedly, and found that he did not seem to know;
but as he watched the restless and estranged runaway he grew more and
more sorrowful. "I just hate him to think that of me," he reflected. The
curtain rose, and he saw Billy make up his mind to wait until they should
all be going out in the crowd. While the children of Captain Grant grew
hotter and hotter upon their father's geographic trail, Lin sat saying to
himself a number of contradictions. "He's nothing to me; what's any of
them to me?" Driven to bay by his bewilderment, he restated the facts of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: age, happy the time," he continued, "in which shall be made known my
deeds of fame, worthy to be moulded in brass, carved in marble, limned
in pictures, for a memorial for ever. And thou, O sage magician,
whoever thou art, to whom it shall fall to be the chronicler of this
wondrous history, forget not, I entreat thee, my good Rocinante, the
constant companion of my ways and wanderings." Presently he broke
out again, as if he were love-stricken in earnest, "O Princess
Dulcinea, lady of this captive heart, a grievous wrong hast thou
done me to drive me forth with scorn, and with inexorable obduracy
banish me from the presence of thy beauty. O lady, deign to hold in
remembrance this heart, thy vassal, that thus in anguish pines for
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