| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: yours for a kiss!' He got it, along with a passion of delight, and
he said, 'You are feeling better now, little Spaniard - do you
think you could blow the advance?' She put up the bugle to do it,
but he said wait a minute first. Then he and the sergeant set her
arm and put it in splints, she wincing but not whimpering; then we
took up the march for home, and that's the end of the tale; and I'm
her horse. Isn't she a brick, Shekels?
"Brick? She's more than a brick, more than a thousand bricks -
she's a reptile!"
"It's a compliment out of your heart, Shekels. God bless you for
it!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: from her seat with the factitious sense of lightness that comes
from imparting a long-hidden dread.
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Mr. Hawkins proved himself worthy of his wife's faith in his
capacity. He learned from Ann Eliza as much as she could tell him
about Mrs. Hochmuller and returned the next evening with a scrap of
paper bearing her address, beneath which Johnny (the family scribe)
had written in a large round hand the names of the streets that led
there from the ferry.
Ann Eliza lay awake all that night, repeating over and over
again the directions Mr. Hawkins had given her. He was a kind man,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: flow of my ideas. Give me your opinion on my quatrain, or I vow we
shall have a quarrel of it.'
'Certainly you are quite an original,' he said.
'Quite,' said I; 'and I believe I have my counterpart before me.'
'Well, for a choice,' says he, smiling, 'and whether for sense or
poetry, give me
'"Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow:
The rest is all but leather and prunello."'
'Oh, but that's not fair - that's Pope! It's not original,
Dudgeon. Understand me,' said I, wringing his breast-button, 'the
first duty of all poetry is to be mine, sir - mine. Inspiration
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