| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: of a man long used to concentrate every feeling upon the enjoyments of
avarice and upon the only human being who was anything whatever to
him,--his daughter and sole heiress, Eugenie. Attitude, manners,
bearing, everything about him, in short, testified to that belief in
himself which the habit of succeeding in all enterprises never fails
to give to a man.
Thus, though his manners were unctuous and soft outwardly, Monsieur
Grandet's nature was of iron. His dress never varied; and those who
saw him to-day saw him such as he had been since 1791. His stout shoes
were tied with leathern thongs; he wore, in all weathers, thick
woollen stockings, short breeches of coarse maroon cloth with silver
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: speed, an' then act like lightnin'."
Thus admonishing the eager lad, Wetzel continued to crawl. It was easy for
him. Joe wondered how those wide shoulders got between the weeds and grasses
without breaking, or, at least, shaking them. But so it was.
"Flat now," whispered Wetzel, putting his broad hand on Joe's back and
pressing him down. "Now's yer time fer good practice. Trail yer rifle over yer
back--if yer careful it won't slide off--an' reach out far with one arm an'
dig yer fingers in deep. Then pull yerself forrard."
Wetzel slipped through the grass like a huge buckskin snake. His long, lithe
body wormed its way among the reeds. But for Joe, even with the advantage of
having the hunter's trail to follow, it was difficult work. The dry reeds
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: would always be there. But she had not yet seen the desert that had haunted
her for a year. When she reached the summit of the knoll and gazed out
across the open space it seemed that she must stand spellbound. How green
the cedared foreground-how gray and barren the downward slope--how
wonderful the painted steppes! The vision that had lived in her memory
shrank to nothingness. The reality was immense, more than beautiful,
appalling in its isolation, beyond comprehension with its lure and strength
to uplift.
But the superintendent drew her attention to the business at hand.
Carley had planned an L-shaped house of one story. Some of her ideas
appeared to be impractical, and these she abandoned. The framework was up
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