| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: the Mexicans. Duane had met him often.
"Jim, I'll take you up," replied Black.
Something, perhaps a harshness in his voice, caused Duane to
whirl. He caught a leaping gleam in the outlaw's eye.
"Aw, Bill, thet's too fur a shot," said Jasper, as Black rested
an elbow on his knee and sighted over the long, heavy Colt. The
distance to the peon was about fifty paces, too far for even
the most expert shot to hit a moving object so small as a
bucket.
Duane, marvelously keen in the alignment of sights, was
positive that Black held too high. Another look at the hard
 The Lone Star Ranger |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: "A year ago," he said to himself, "she thought me a hero who could
fight the Russians single-handed!"
He thought of leaving the hotel Laginski, and taking service with the
spahis and getting killed in Africa, but the same great fear checked
him. "Without me," he thought, "what would become of them? they would
soon be ruined. Poor countess! what a horrible life it would be for
her if she were reduced to even thirty thousand francs a year. No,
since all is lost for me in this world,--courage! I will keep on as I
am."
Every one knows that since 1830 the carnival in Paris has undergone a
transformation which has made it European, and far more burlesque and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil: But when from regions of the furious North
It lightens, and when thunder fills the halls
Of Eurus and of Zephyr, all the fields
With brimming dikes are flooded, and at sea
No mariner but furls his dripping sails.
Never at unawares did shower annoy:
Or, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes
Flee to the vales before it, with face
Upturned to heaven, the heifer snuffs the gale
Through gaping nostrils, or about the meres
Shrill-twittering flits the swallow, and the frogs
 Georgics |