| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: a fire or of obtaining any decent food, so I was about to go to bed
supperless when a flash of lightning showed me a large kraal situated
upon a hillside about half a mile away, and an idea entered my mind.
"Who is the headman of that kraal?" I asked of one of the Kafirs who had
collected round us in our trouble, as such idle fellows always do.
"Tshoza, Inkoosi," answered the man.
"Tshoza! Tshoza!" I said, for the name seemed familiar to me. "Who is
Tshoza?"
"Ikona [I don't know], Inkoosi. He came from Zululand some years ago
with Saduko the Mad."
Then, of course, I remembered at once, and my mind flew back to the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: back to-morrow."
"Then I don't see why he wouldn't take me along," Billy complained. And
Separ laughed.
But the lover was not back to-morrow. He was capable of anything, gossip
remarked, and took up new themes. The sun rose and set, the two trains
made their daily slight event and gathering; the water-tank, glaring
bulkily in the sun beaconed unmolested; and the agent's natural sleep was
unbroken by pistols, for the cow-boys did not happen to be in town. Separ
lay a clot of torpor that I was glad to leave behind me for a while. But
news is a strange, permeating substance, and it began to be sifted
through the air that Tubercle was going to God's country.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: to the floor. "That prescription," he said. "Too successful."
"How?"
"Loss of weight--almost complete."
And then, of course, I understood.
"By Jove, Pyecraft," said I, "what you wanted was a cure for fatness!
But you always called it weight. You would call it weight."
Somehow I was extremely delighted. I quite liked Pyecraft for the time.
"Let me help you!" I said, and took his hand and pulled him down.
He kicked about, trying to get a foothold somewhere. It was very like
holding a flag on a windy day.
"That table," he said, pointing, "is solid mahogany and very heavy.
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