| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "That eighteen other girls had already been there that week."
"Gave you the icy mit, eh?" The moon-faced young man laughed and slapped his
thighs. "You see, we're kind of suspicious. The Sunday papers 'd like to get
Amateur Night done up brown in a nice little package, and the manager don't
see it that way. Gets wild-eyed at the thought of it."
"And what's your turn?" she asked.
"Who? me? Oh, I'm doin' the tramp act tonight. I'm Charley Welsh, you know."
She felt that by the mention of his name he intended to convey to her complete
enlightenment, but the best she could do was to say politely, "Oh, is that
so?"
She wanted to laugh at the hurt disappointment which came into his face, but
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: was about the biggest packing-case ever I clapped eyes on. And
this Pitman he seemed a good deal cut up, and he had the
superintendent out, and they got hold of the vanman--him as took
the packing-case. Well, sir,' continued Bill, with a smile, 'I
never see a man in such a state. Everybody about that van was
mortal, bar the horses. Some gen'leman (as well as I could make
out) had given the vanman a sov.; and so that was where the
trouble come in, you see.'
'But what did he say?' gasped Morris.
'I don't know as he SAID much, sir,' said Bill. 'But he offered
to fight this Pitman for a pot of beer. He had lost his book,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: on us its scars, to bequeath us its peace or remorse or
despair, as would some great mysterious dark experience
direct from the sources of life. And then
abruptly we were exhausted, as we should have been
by too great emotion. We fell asleep. The morning
dawned still and clear, and garnished and set in
order as though such things had never been. Only
our white towel fluttered like a flag of truce in the
direction the mighty elements had departed.
THE VALLEY
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