| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: about my future? Wouldn't you rather have me happy and successful as a
forester, even if there is danger, than just an ordinary, poor doctor? Let's
go over our woodland. I'll prove that you are letting your forest run down.
You've got sixty acres of hard woods that ought to be bringing a regular
income. If I can't prove it, if I can't interest you, I'll agree to study
medicine. But if I do you're to let me try forestry."
"Well, Kenneth, that's a fair proposition," returned father, evidently
surprised at my earnestness "Come on. We'll go up in the woods. Hal, I
suppose he's won you over?"
"Ken's got a big thing in mind," replied Hal, loyally "It's just splendid."
I never saw the long, black-fringed line of trees without joy in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac: speak.
"Go back to the house, hide in a thick tree, and watch the country and
the park," he said to his son. "We have all gone to bed, no one is
stirring. Your grandmother will not open the door until you ask her to
let you in. Remember every word I say to you. The life of your father
and mother depends on it. No one must know we did not sleep at home."
After whispering these words to the boy, who instantly disappeared in
the forest like an eel in the mud, Michu turned to his wife.
"Mount behind me," he said, "and pray that God be with us. Sit firm,
the beast may die of it." So saying he kicked the horse with both
heels, pressing him with his powerful knees, and the animal sprang
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: things--her beauty, her birth, her father and mother, her cousins
and all her ancestors--that its possessor couldn't have got rid of
even had she wished. How did our obscure little public servant
know that for the lady of the telegrams this was a bad moment? How
did she guess all sorts of impossible things, such as, almost on
the very spot, the presence of drama at a critical stage and the
nature of the tie with the gentleman at the Hotel Brighton? More
than ever before it floated to her through the bars of the cage
that this at last was the high reality, the bristling truth that
she had hitherto only patched up and eked out--one of the
creatures, in fine, in whom all the conditions for happiness
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