| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: in the saddle.
In his mind perhaps, as certainly as in Venters's, this moment
was the beginning of the real race.
Venters leaned forward to put his hand on Wrangle's neck, then
backward to put it on his flank. Under the shaggy, dusty hair
trembled and vibrated and rippled a wonderful muscular activity.
But Wrangle's flesh was still cold. What a cold-blooded brute
thought Venters, and felt in him a love for the horse he had
never given to any other. It would not have been humanly possible
for any rider, even though clutched by hate or revenge or a
passion to save a loved one or fear of his own life, to be
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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: he had hitherto concealed behind his back - 'here is one of the
bulbs.'
Jean-Marie saw a dirty platter, coated with earth.
'That?' said he. 'It is a plate!'
'It is a coach and horses,' cried the Doctor. 'Boy,' he continued,
growing warmer, 'I plucked away a great pad of moss from between
these boulders, and disclosed a crevice; and when I looked in, what
do you suppose I saw? I saw a house in Paris with a court and
garden, I saw my wife shining with diamonds, I saw myself a deputy,
I saw you - well, I - I saw your future,' he concluded, rather
feebly. 'I have just discovered America,' he added.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: and astonishment. "Napoleon an Irishman!"
"Yes," said Bonaparte, "on the mother's side, and that is how we are
related. There wasn't a man to beat him," said Bonaparte, stretching
himself--"not a man except the Duke of Wellington. And it's a strange
coincidence," added Bonaparte, bending forward, "but he was a connection of
mine. His nephew, the Duke of Wellington's nephew, married a cousin of
mine. She was a woman! See her at one of the court balls--amber satin--
daisies in her hair. Worth going a hundred miles to look at her! Often
seen her there myself, sir!"
The German moved the leather thongs in and out, and thought of the strange
vicissitudes of human life, which might bring the kinsman of dukes and
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