| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: was easy. And then the consomme came up the dumb-waiter all in one big
silver tureen. Instead of serving it from the side-table he picks it
up between his hands and starts to the dining-table with it. When
nearly there he drops the tureen smash on the floor, and the soup
soaks all the lower part of that girl's swell silk dress.
"'Stupid--incompetent,' says she, giving him a look. 'Standing in a
corner with a halberd seems to be your mission in life.'
"'Pardon me, lady,' says he. 'It was just a little bit hotter than
blazes. I couldn't help it.'
"The old man pulls out a memorandum book and hunts in it. 'The 25th of
April, Deering,' says he. 'I know it,' says Sir Percival. 'And ten
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: not been so intent on the man he would have noticed the animal's odd
maneuvers. He ran to and fro on the sandy beach; he scratched up the sand and
pebbles, sending them flying in the air; he made short, furious dashes; he
jumped, whirled, and, at last, crawled close to the motionless figure and
licked its hand.
Clarke realized that he would not be able to carry the inanimate figure, so he
hurriedly put on his clothes and set out on a run for Colonel Zane's house.
The first person whom he saw was the odd negro slave, who was brushing one of
the Colonel's horses.
Sam was deliberate and took his time about everything. He slowly looked up and
surveyed Clarke with his rolling eyes. He did not recognize in him any one he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: wanted to bring up her boys amid open fields.
In those days the air was black with soot and the crowded
quarters where the workers lived offered no room for gardens.
Mother wanted sunlight and green grass such as we had about
Tredegar. There Lord Tredegar had his beautiful castle in the
midst of a park. On certain days this great park was open to the
villagers, and the children came to picnic, and Lord Tredegar
gave them little cakes and tea in doll-size cups. Doubtless he
looked upon us as "my people."
But the lords of steel in Pittsburgh were too new at the game
to practice the customs of the nobility in beautifying their
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