| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: conditions lacked. They were as much a localized
product as are certain plants which occur only at
certain altitudes. Also were they densely ignorant of
trails and routes outside of their own little districts.
All this, you will understand, was in what is known
as the low country. The landscape was still brown;
the streams but trickles; sage-brush clung to the
ravines; the valley quail whistled on the side hills.
But one day we came suddenly into the big pines and
rocks; and that very night we made our first camp in a
meadow typical of the mountains we had dreamed about.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: (1) M'Crie's LIFE OF KNOX, ii. 41.
Thus was the proclamation made. Nor was it long in wakening
all the echoes of Europe. What success might have attended
it, had the question decided been a purely abstract question,
it is difficult to say. As it was, it was to stand or fall,
not by logic, but by political needs and sympathies. Thus,
in France, his doctrine was to have some future, because
Protestants suffered there under the feeble and treacherous
regency of Catherine de Medici; and thus it was to have no
future anywhere else, because the Protestant interest was
bound up with the prosperity of Queen Elizabeth. This
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: it makes them stupid."
Then he turned, and began: "Denver, I want to tell you--"
The clock ticked rhythmically on the mantel-piece. The little
room was gradually filled with drifting blue layers of smoke, and
through them the editor's face came and went like the moon
through a moving sky. Once the hour struck--then the rhythmical
ticking began again. The atmosphere grew denser and heavier, and
beads of perspiration began to roll from Granice's forehead.
"Do you mind if I open the window?"
"No. It IS stuffy in here. Wait--I'll do it myself." Denver
pushed down the upper sash, and returned to his chair. "Well--go
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