| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: anything. 'Unstable as water.' That's what's the matter with him.
He is the slave of his own whims. Hence he is only the splendid
wreck of a man, full of all kinds of rich outcropping pay-ore
that pinch out when you try to work them. They don't raise men
gamer, but that only makes him a more dangerous foe to society.
Same with his loyalty and his brilliancy. He's got a haid on him
that works like they say old J. E. B. Stuart's did. He would run
into a hundred traps, but somehow he always worked his men out of
them. That's Leroy, too. If he had been an ordinary criminal he
would have been rounded up years ago. It's his audacity, his iron
nerve, his ,good horse-sense judgment that saves his skin. But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther: but you can count on my not forgetting it and allowing this
primping and preening to continue without cost.
And again, you know that there is not a single passage from God
demanding us to call upon either saints or angels to intercede for
us, and that there is no example of such in the Scriptures. One
finds that the beloved angels spoke with the fathers and the
prophets, but that none of them had ever been asked to intercede
for them. Why even Jacob the patriarch did not ask the angel with
whom he wrestled for any intercession. Instead, he only took from
him a blessing. In fact, on finds the very opposite in revelation
as the angel will not allow itself to be worshipped by John. [Rev.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne: the Nautilus had risen about a hundred and fifty feet,
but it still made the same angle with the perpendicular.
Suddenly a slight movement was felt in the hold.
Evidently it was righting a little. Things hanging in
the saloon were sensibly returning to their normal position.
The partitions were nearing the upright. No one spoke.
With beating hearts we watched and felt the straightening.
The boards became horizontal under our feet.
Ten minutes passed.
"At last we have righted!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," said Captain Nemo, going to the door of the saloon.
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