| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: more successful fight, go farther together than either could
alone. To Martin that was the whole matter in a nutshell, and
Rose's gentle question threw him into momentary confusion.
"I don't know," he answered uneasily. "We both like to make a
success of things and we'd have plenty to do with. We'd make a
pretty good pulling team."
Rose considered this thoughtfully. "Perhaps the people who work
together best are the happiest. But somehow I'd never pictured
myself on a farm."
"Of course, I don't expect you to make up your mind right away,"
Martin conceded. "It's something to study over. I'll come around
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: crowded my life since the return of Nayland Smith from Burma.
Mentally, I had looked again upon the dead Sir Crichton Davey,
and with Smith had waited in the dark for the dreadful thing
that had killed him. Now, with those remorseless memories
jostling in my mind, I was entering the house of Fu-Manchu's
last victim, and the shadow of that giant evil seemed to be
upon it like a palpable cloud.
Cadby's old landlady greeted me with a queer mixture of fear
and embarrassment in her manner.
"I am Dr. Petrie," I said, "and I regret that I bring bad news
respecting Mr. Cadby."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: he looked into the future, and all was beautiful--long days, long hunts,
long rides, service to his friend, freedom on the wild steppes,
blue-white dawns upon the eastern crags, red-gold sunsets over the lilac
mountains of the desert. He saw himself in triumphant health and
strength, earning day by day the spirit of this wilderness, coming to
fight for it, to live for it, and in far-off time, when he had won his
victory, to die for it.
Suddenly his mind was illumined. The lofty plateau with its healing
breath of sage and juniper had given back strength to him; the silence
and solitude and strife of his surroundings had called to something deep
within him; but it was Mescal who made this wild life sweet and
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