| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: the high cheek bones, cutting sharp on the nose and twinkling in
the glassy turn of the black, ratlike eyes. Then suddenly that
face cracked, broadened, spread to a grin. "I have come back
again, Hi," said Levi, and at the sound of the words the
speechless spell was broken.
Hiram answered never a word, but he walked to the fireplace, set
the candle down upon the dusty mantelshelf among the boxes and
bottles, and, drawing forward a chair upon the other side of the
hearth, sat down.
His dull little eyes never moved from his stepbrother's face.
There was no curiosity in his expression, no surprise, no wonder.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: all there might be something in the other's wild adventures over
the earth. It required a man of that calibre, a man capable of
obtruding a duel into orderly twentieth century life, to find such
wild adventures.
"There's only one way to stop me," Tudor went on. "I can't insult
you directly, I know. You are too easy-going, or cowardly, or
both, for that. But I can narrate for you the talk of the beach--
ah, that grinds you, doesn't it? I can tell you what the beach has
to say about you and this young girl running a plantation under a
business partnership."
"Stop!" Sheldon cried, for the other was beginning to vibrate and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills,
And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me,
And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd
To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
Immortal age beside immortal youth,
And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love,
Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now,
Close over us, the silver star, thy guide,
Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears
To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift:
Why should a man desire in any way
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