| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Boys' Life of Abraham Lincoln by Helen Nicolay: Davis, of Mississippi, President, and Alexander H. Stephens, of
Georgia, Vice-President. Stephens was the "little, slim
pale-faced consumptive man" whose speech in Congress had won
Lincoln's admiration years before. Davis had been the child who
began his schooling so near to Lincoln in Kentucky. He had had a
far different career. Good fortune had carried him to West Point,
into the Mexican War, into the cabinet of President Franklin
Pierce, and twice into the Senate. He had had money, high office,
the best education his country could give him--everything, it
seemed, that had been denied to Lincoln. Now the two men were the
chosen heads of two great opposing factions, one bent on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: Marcus stared.
"Why, I ain't EVER coming back," he vociferated. "I'm
going to-morrow, and I'm going for good. I come to say
good-by."
Marcus stayed for upwards of an hour that evening. He
talked on easily and agreeably, addressing himself as much
to McTeague as to Trina. At last he rose.
"Well, good-by, Doc."
"Good-by, Marcus," returned McTeague. The two shook hands.
"Guess we won't ever see each other again," continued
Marcus. "But good luck to you, Doc. Hope some day you'll
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: sound his bearings.
"No - no, thanks," he mumbled. "If you will be good enough to
explain - "
"But that's what you're to do," McKnight said cheerfully, pulling
up a chair. "You've got the most attentive audience you could ask.
These two gentlemen are detectives from Pittsburg, and we are all
curious to know the finer details of what happened on the car Ontario
two weeks ago, the night your father-in-law was murdered." Sullivan
gripped the arms of his chair. "We are not prejudiced, either. The
gentlemen from Pittsburg are betting on Mr. Blakeley, over there.
Mr. Hotchkiss, the gentleman by the radiator, is ready to place ten
The Man in Lower Ten |
