| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: sacrificed and Stringer laced one of his beautiful
triples against the fence. Then he scored
on a high fly. Two runs! Worcester trotted out
into the field. The Rube was white with determination;
he had the speed of a bullet and perfect
control of his jump ball and drop. But Providence
hit and had the luck. Ashwell fumbled,
Gregg threw wild. Providence tied the score.
The game progressed, growing more and more
of a nightmare to me. It was not Worcester's
day. The umpire could not see straight; the boys
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: fate and character; and telling its story, not with the one eye of
pity, but with the two of pity and mirth.
R. L. S.
Letter: TO EDMUND GOSSE
FROM MY BED, MAY 29, 1884.
DEAR GOSSE, - The news of the Professorate found me in the article
of - well, of heads or tails; I am still in bed, and a very poor
person. You must thus excuse my damned delay; but, I assure you, I
was delighted. You will believe me the more, if I confess to you
that my first sentiment was envy; yes, sir, on my blood-boltered
couch I envied the professor. However, it was not of long
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: of heaven. Kane, less immediately involved, was led in error by
the report of residents and a fallacious rise in the glass; he
stayed with the others, a misjudgment that was like to cost him
dear. All were moored, as is the custom in Apia, with two anchors
practically east and west, clear hawse to the north, and a kedge
astern. Topmasts were struck, and the ships made snug. The night
closed black, with sheets of rain. By midnight it blew a gale; and
by the morning watch, a tempest. Through what remained of
darkness, the captains impatiently expected day, doubtful if they
were dragging, steaming gingerly to their moorings, and afraid to
steam too much.
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