| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: pines of Coconina shadowed the snow.
"We're up," panted Hare." What a climb! Five hours! One more day--then
home!"
Silvermane's ears shot up and Wolf barked. Two gray deer loped out of a
thicket and turned inquisitively. Reaching for his rifle Hare threw back
the lever, but the action clogged, it rasped with the sound of crunching
sand, and the cartridge could not be pressed into the chamber or ejected.
He fumbled about the breach of the gun and his brow clouded.
"Sand! Out of commission!" he exclaimed." Mescal, I don't like that."
"Use your Colt," suggested Mescal.
The distance was too great. Hare missed, and the deer bounded away into
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: to shore. He landed with his head man and crossed the little
point slowly in search of a spot where he might watch the canoe
he had left at the landing place. He was smiling in anticipation
of the almost certain success of his stratagem--sooner or later
the girl would come back and attempt to cross the river in one
of their canoes. It might be that the idea would not occur to her
for some time. They might have to wait a day, or two days; but
that she would come if she lived or was not captured by the men
he had scouting the jungle for her Malbihn was sure. That she
would come so soon, however, he had not guessed, and so when
he topped the point and came again within sight of the river he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: Letter: TO THOMAS STEVENSON
TERMINUS HOTEL, MARSEILLE, LE 17TH OCTOBER 1882.
MY DEAR FATHER, - . . We grow, every time we see it, more
delighted with our house. It is five miles out of Marseilles, in a
lovely spot, among lovely wooded and cliffy hills - most
mountainous in line - far lovelier, to my eyes, than any Alps. To-
day we have been out inventorying; and though a mistral blew, it
was delightful in an open cab, and our house with the windows open
was heavenly, soft, dry, sunny, southern. I fear there are fleas -
it is called Campagne Defli - and I look forward to tons of
insecticide being employed.
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