| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: hundred yards from the cache. One more day all the men toiled.
The result was pitiful, and the four showed their caliber in the
division of the few pounds of food that had been recovered.
Little as it was, the lion's share was left with Daylight and
Elijah. The men who pulled on with the dogs, one up the Stewart
and one down, would come more quickly to grub. The two who
remained would have to last out till the others returned.
Furthermore, while the dogs, on several ounces each of beans a
day, would travel slowly, nevertheless, the men who travelled
with them, on a pinch, would have the dogs themselves to eat.
But the men who remained, when the pinch came, would have no
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: I have taken some pains, and sent my notes to him to be
corrected, this can be no more than an imperfect outline.
Yoshida-Torajiro was son to the hereditary military
instructor of the house of Choshu. The name you are to
pronounce with an equality of accent on the different
syllables, almost as in French, the vowels as in Italian, but
the consonants in the English manner - except the J, which
has the French sound, or, as it has been cleverly proposed to
write it, the sound of ZH. Yoshida was very learned in
Chinese letters, or, as we might say, in the classics, and in
his father's subject; fortification was among his favourite
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: without the added horror of his intent toward her, but not the
self-forgetfulness of a true woman sustained her.
Girty and Deering backed out of the door. Heckewelder closed it, and dropped
the bar in place.
Nell fell over the table with a long, low gasp. Then with one hand she lifted
her skirt. Benny walked from under it. His big eyes were bright. The young
woman clasped him again in her arms. Then she released him, and, laboring
under intense excitement, ran to the window.
"There he goes! Oh, the horrible beast! If I only had a gun and could shoot!
Oh, if only I were a man! I'd kill him. To think of poor Kate! Ah! he intends
the same for me!"
The Spirit of the Border |
