| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: account.
The point is, that these yere bad men are a low-down, miserable
proposition, and plain, cold-blood murderers, willin' to wait for
a sure thing, and without no compunctions whatsoever. The bad
man takes you unawares, when you're sleepin', or talkin', or
drinkin', or lookin' to see what for a day it's goin' to be,
anyway. He don't give you no show, and sooner or later he's
goin' to get you in the safest and easiest way for himself.
There ain't no romance about that.
And, until you've seen a few men called out of their shacks for a
friendly conversation, and shot when they happen to look away; or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: My heart shall never know despair.
THE NARROW WAY.
Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
Must all his powers employ.
Bright hopes and pure delight
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: approached from the side, bending their backs to address him humbly;
an old woman stretched out a draped lean arm--"Blessings on thy
head!" she cried from a dark doorway; a fiery-eyed man showed above
the low fence of a plantain-patch a streaming face, a bare breast
scarred in two places, and bellowed out pantingly after him, "God give
victory to our master!" Karain walked fast, and with firm long
strides; he answered greetings right and left by quick piercing
glances. Children ran forward between the houses, peeped fearfully
round corners; young boys kept up with him, gliding between bushes:
their eyes gleamed through the dark leaves. The old sword-bearer,
shouldering the silver scabbard, shuffled hastily at his heels with
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