| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Royalty Restored/London Under Charles II by J. Fitzgerald Molloy: due to the eccentricity ever attendant upon genius; but they were
probably likewise occasioned by craving for excitement begotten
of drink. For my lord loved wine exceedingly; and when he drew
near unto death in the dawn of his manhood, confessed to Bishop
Burnet that for five years he was continually drunk: "Not that
he was all the while under the visible effects of it, but his
blood was so inflamed, that he was not in all that time cool
enough to be perfectly master of himself." Charles delighted in
the society of this gay courtier, because of his erratic
adventures, and his love of wine. Moreover, the licentious
verses which it was the earl's good pleasure to compose, the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: trail skirting the red wall. Dave Naab moored his boat on that side of
the river, and returned with George.
"We'll look over my farm," said August, as they retraced their steps. He
led Hare through fields of alfalfa, in all stages of growth, explaining
that it yielded six crops a year. Into one ten-acre lot pigs and cows
had been turned to feed at will. Everywhere the ground was soggy; little
streams of water trickled down ditches. Next to the fields was an
orchard, where cherries were ripe, apricots already large, plum-trees
shedding their blossoms, and apple-trees just opening into bloom. Naab
explained that the products of his oasis were abnormal; the ground was
exceedingly rich and could be kept always wet; the reflection of the sun
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: was useless even if Duane had had the spirit. Some one of them
fetched his halter from his saddle, and with this they bound
him helpless.
People were running now from the street, the stores, the
houses. Old men, cowboys, clerks, boys, ranchers came on the
trot. The crowd grew. The increasing clamor began to attract
women as well as men. A group of girls ran up, then hung back
in fright and pity.
The presence of cowboys made a difference. They split up the
crowd, got to Duane, and lay hold of him with rough,
businesslike hands. One of them lifted his fists and roared at
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