|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine:
so quick? They drilled through each other like lightning."
Mac looked him over with dry contempt. "My friend, y'u're too
tender for a genuwine A1 bad man. If I was handing y'u a bunch of
advice it would be to get back to the prosaic paths of peace
right prompt. And while we're on the subject I'll borrow your
guns. Y'u're scared stiff and it might get into your fool coconut
to plug one of us and light out. I'd hate to see y'u commit
suicide right before us, so I'll just natcherally unload y'u."
He was talking to lift the strain, and it was for the same
purpose that Bannister moved over to Hughie, who sat with his
face in his hands, trying to shut out the horror of what he had
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte:
be to be a governess! To go out into the world; to enter upon a
new life; to act for myself; to exercise my unused faculties; to
try my unknown powers; to earn my own maintenance, and something to
comfort and help my father, mother, and sister, besides exonerating
them from the provision of my food and clothing; to show papa what
his little Agnes could do; to convince mamma and Mary that I was
not quite the helpless, thoughtless being they supposed. And then,
how charming to be entrusted with the care and education of
children! Whatever others said, I felt I was fully competent to
the task: the clear remembrance of my own thoughts in early
childhood would be a surer guide than the instructions of the most
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela:
Pancracio is about to break the lock of a huge ward-
robe when suddenly the doors open and out comes a
man with a rifle in his hands.
"Senor Don Monico!" they all exclaim in surprise.
"Demetrio, please, don't harm me! Please don't harm
me! Please don't hurt me! You know, Senor Don Deme-
trio, I'm your friend!"
Demetrio Macias smiles slyly. "Are friends," he
asked, "usually welcomed gun in hand?"
Don Monico, in consternation, throws himself at
Demetrio's feet, clasps his knees, kisses his shoes: