| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: face from his neighbor, frowning crossly; and since the heart has reasons
which Reason does not know, he seemed to himself a fool; but when the
service was over and he came out, he repeated again, "'Peace and
good-will.' When I run on to the Bishop of Wyoming I'll tell him if he'll
preach on them words I'll be there."
"Couldn't we shoot your pistol now?" asked Billy.
"Sure, boy. Ain't yu' hungry, though?"
"No. I wish we were away off up there. Don't you?"
"The mountains? They look pretty, so white! A heap better 'n houses. Why,
we'll go there! There's trains to Golden. We'll shoot around among the
foothills."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: and apparently only because he is such a good sort. He was telling
me all about it only a few days ago. He said that when he saw
these four fellows with their heads in a bunch over the table, he
at once didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. You mustn't
suppose that Davidson is a soft fool. These men -
"But I had better begin at the beginning. We must go back to the
first time the old dollars had been called in by our Government in
exchange for a new issue. Just about the time when I left these
parts to go home for a long stay. Every trader in the islands was
thinking of getting his old dollars sent up here in time, and the
demand for empty French wine cases - you know the dozen of vermouth
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: the beach, or sometimes upon the beach itself, stepping from
bowlder to bowlder, or holding along at the edge of the water upon
reaches of white, hard sand.
The beach was solitary; not a soul was in sight. Close at hand,
to landward, great hills, bare and green, shut off the sky; and
here and there the land came tumbling down into the sea in great,
jagged, craggy rocks, knee-deep in swirling foam, and all black
with wet. The air was full of the prolonged thunder of the surf,
and at intervals sea-birds passed overhead with an occasional
piping cry. Wreckage was tumbled about here and there; and
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