| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: "If I had to think ob all dat ere foolishness eber' time I open
my mouth, I'd done been tongue-tied afore I was born."
"I could teach you in no time," volunteered Polly, eagerly.
"I don't want to be teached," protested Mandy, doggedly. "Hast
Jones says I's too smart anyhow. Men don't like women knowin'
too much-- it skeers 'em. I's good enough for my old man, and I
ain't a-tryin' to get nobody else's," Mandy wound up flatly.
"But he'd like you all the better," persisted Polly, laughing.
"I don' WANT to be liked no better by NO nigger," snapped Mandy.
"I's a busy woman, I is." She made for the house, then curiosity
conquered her and she came back to Polly's side. "See here,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: there as soon as he, and the guard, having left their calivers, are
close behind them, sword in hand. Amyas is up to his knees in
water--battered with stones--blinded with blood. The boat is
swaying off and on against the steep pebble-bank: he clutches at
it--misses--falls headlong--rises half-choked with water: but Frank
is still in his arms. Another heavy blow--a confused roar of
shouts, shots, curses--a confused mass of negroes and English, foam
and pebbles--and he recollects no more.
. . . . . . .
He is lying in the stern-sheets of the boat; stiff, weak, half
blind with blood. He looks up; the moon is still bright overhead:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: thief alone near Attock; and had stood under the mimbar-board of a
Border mosque and conducted service in the manner of a Sunni
Mollah.
His crowning achievement was spending eleven days as a faquir in
the gardens of Baba Atal at Amritsar, and there picking up the
threads of the great Nasiban Murder Case. But people said, justly
enough: "Why on earth can't Strickland sit in his office and write
up his diary, and recruit, and keep quiet, instead of showing up
the incapacity of his seniors?" So the Nasiban Murder Case did him
no good departmentally; but, after his first feeling of wrath, he
returned to his outlandish custom of prying into native life. By
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