| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis:     and brake and bog,
 With hound and horn and laughter loud, over the
    hills and away--
For there is no sport like that of a god with a
    man that stands at bay!
 Ho! but the morning is fresh and fair, and oh!
    but the sun is bright,
And yonder the quarry breaks from the brush and
    heads for the hills in flight;
 A minute's law for the harried thing--then follow
    him, follow him fast,
 | The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: window.  Summer, finger on lip, had stolen in upon the
heels of spring.  Dim, shadowy figures dotted the benches
of the park across the way.  Just beyond lay the silver
lake, a dazzling bar of moonlight on its breast.  Motors
rushed along the roadway with a roar and a whir and were
gone, leaving a trail of laughter behind them.  From the
open window of the room below came the slip-slap of cards
on the polished table surface, and the low buzz of
occasional conversation as the players held postmortems. 
Under the street light the popcorn vender's cart made a
blot on the mystic beauty of the scene below.  But the
 | The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: follow a good day's march; the flavour of the tobacco is a 
thing to be remembered, it is so dry and aromatic, so full and 
so fine.  If you wind up the evening with grog, you will own 
there was never such grog; at every sip a jocund tranquillity 
spreads about your limbs, and sits easily in your heart.  If 
you read a book - and you will never do so save by fits and 
starts - you find the language strangely racy and harmonious; 
words take a new meaning; single sentences possess the ear for 
half an hour together; and the writer endears himself to you, 
at every page, by the nicest coincidence of sentiment.  It 
seems as if it were a book you had written yourself in a 
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