| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: In the corridor, after a brief further exchange of words, there had
been an exchange of cards. M. Stanislas Kapp was very stiff.
He evidently meant to force his offence home.
"The man, no doubt, was insolent," Newman said; "but if you hadn't
gone back into the box the thing wouldn't have happened."
"Why, don't you see," Valentin replied, "that the event
proves the extreme propriety of my going back into the box?
M. Kapp wished to provoke me; he was awaiting his chance.
In such a case--that is, when he has been, so to speak,
notified--a man must be on hand to receive the provocation.
My not returning would simply have been tantamount to my saying
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: blanket."
"Oh, then let us hear your songs!" cried the curious ducks.
At length Iktomi consented to sing his songs. With delight
all the ducks flapped their wings and cried together, "Hoye! hoye!"
Iktomi, with great care, laid down his bundle on the ground.
"I will build first a round straw house, for I never sing my
songs in the open air," said he.
Quickly he bent green willow sticks, planting both ends of
each pole into the earth. These he covered thick with reeds and
grasses. Soon the straw hut was ready. One by one the fat ducks
waddled in through a small opening, which was the only entrance
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: an uncouth planter, who had been watching me
very closely, said to my master, "I reckon, stranger,
you are 'SPILING' that ere nigger of yourn, by letting
him wear such a devilish fine hat. Just look at the
quality on it; the President couldn't wear a better.
I should just like to go and kick it overboard."
His friend touched him, and said, "Don't speak so
to a gentleman." "Why not?" exclaimed the fellow.
He grated his short teeth, which appeared to be
nearly worn away by the incessant chewing of
tobacco, and said, "It always makes me itch all
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