| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: thrilled at the grand spectacle. Fire had always fascinated me. The clang
of the engines and the call of "Fire!" would tear me from any task or play.
But I had never known what fire was. I knew now. Storms of air and sea were
nothing compared to this. It was the greatest force in nature. It was fire.
On one hand, I seemed cool and calculated the chances; on the other, I had
flashes in my brain, and kept crying out crazily, in a voice like a
whisper: "Fire! Fire! Fire!"
But presently the wall of fire rolled by and took the roar with it. Dense
billows of smoke followed, and hid everything in opaque darkness. I heard
the hiss of failing sparks and the crackle of burning wood, and
occasionally the crash of a failing branch. It was intolerably hot, but I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: a lonely journey; for it was no market-day, and the road I
traversed was little frequented at any other time; but that suited
me all the better too.
As I trotted along, however, chewing the cud of - bitter fancies, I
heard another horse at no great distance behind me; but I never
conjectured who the rider might be, or troubled my head about him,
till, on slackening my pace to ascend a gentle acclivity, or
rather, suffering my horse to slacken his pace into a lazy walk -
for, rapt in my own reflections, I was letting it jog on as
leisurely as it thought proper - I lost ground, and my fellow-
traveller overtook me. He accosted me by name, for it was no
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: it's cooler," and he led the way into another room, where there were
law books and papers, and windows wide open beneath striped awning.
Just opposite one of the windows, on a line with his eyes,
Lord Lambeth observed the weathervane of a church steeple.
The uproar of the street sounded infinitely far below,
and Lord Lambeth felt very high in the air. "I say it's cooler,"
pursued their host, "but everything is relative.
How do you stand the heat?"
"I can't say we like it," said Lord Lambeth; "but Beaumont likes
it better than I."
"Well, it won't last," Mr. Westgate very cheerfully declared;
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