| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: went proclaiming to the world. "A failure, sir! The fellow's an impostor,
as I well knew. It's no half-inch!" Which was true.
"What have you got to say to that?" we asked Hilbrun, swarming around
him.
"If you'll just keep cool," said he--"it's only the first instalment. In
about two hours and a half I'll give you the rest."
Soon after four the dropsical clouds materialized once again above
open-mouthed Cheyenne. No school let out for an unexpected holiday, no
herd of stampeded range cattle, conducts itself more miscellaneously.
Gray, respectable men, with daughters married, leaped over fences and
sprang back, prominent legislators hopped howling up and down door-steps,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chessmen of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: cannot hold this fellow long, nor could I kill him thus. There
are many minds working against mine and presently mine will tire
and O-Tar will be himself again. You must make the best of your
opportunity while you may. Behind the arras that you see hanging
in the rear of the throne above you is a secret opening. Prom it
a corridor leads to the pits of the palace, where there are
storerooms containing food and drink. Few people go there. From
these pits lead others to all parts of the city. Follow one that
runs due west and it will bring you to The Gate of Enemies. The
rest will then lie with you. I can do no more; hurry before my
waning powers fail me--I am not as Luud, who was a king. He could
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: think of heaven, where everything was so holy and respectable, and nobody
wore tancord, and the littlest angel had a black-tailed coat. She wished
she hadn't called him a thief and a Roman Catholic. She hoped the German
hadn't told him. She wondered where those clothes were when he came in
rags to her door. There was no doubt, he was a very respectable man, a
gentleman.
The German began to read a hymn. At the end of each line Bonaparte
groaned, and twice at the end of every verse.
The Boer-woman had often heard of persons groaning during prayers, to add a
certain poignancy and finish to them; old Jan Vanderlinde, her mother's
brother, always did it after he was converted; and she would have looked
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