| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: pocket. And I shall find her as soon as I can without aid of the
colleges."
"The game is blocked," said Goodloe, putting down a domino and we had
the beer.
Shortly after that a young farmer whom I knew came into town and
brought me a folded blue paper. He said his grandfather had just
died. I concealed a tear, and he went on to say that the old man had
jealously guarded this paper for twenty years. He left it to his
family as part of his estate, the rest of which consisted of two mules
and a hypotenuse of non-arable land.
The sheet of paper was of the old, blue kind used during the rebellion
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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: could be multiplied indefinitely.
A good animal adapts himself quickly. He is
capable of learning by experience. In a country
entirely new to him he soon discovers the best method
of getting about, where the feed grows, where he can
find water. He is accustomed to foraging for himself.
You do not need to show him his pasturage.
If there is anything to eat anywhere in the district he
will find it. Little tufts of bunch-grass growing
concealed under the edges of the brush, he will search out.
If he cannot get grass, he knows how to rustle for the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: hair was pale yellow, seemed filled with an immortal dreaming, the
stuff of which no man knew, and himself least of all. Perhaps this
appearance of immortal dreaming was due to a supreme and vacuous
innocence. At any rate, this was the valuation men of ordinary
clay put upon him, and there was nothing extraordinary about the
composition of Hootchinoo Bill and Kink Mitchell.
The partners had spent a day of visiting and gossip, and in the
evening met in the temporary quarters of the Monte Carlo--a large
tent were stampeders rested their weary bones and bad whisky sold
at a dollar a drink. Since the only money in circulation was dust,
and since the house took the "down-weight" on the scales, a drink
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