| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: before deciding what was to be done with the missionary. The brothers had been
taken to the chief, who immediately called a council. The Indians sat in a
half circle around the lodge. The prisoners, with hands bound, guarded by two
brawny braves, stood in one corner gazing with curiosity and apprehension at
this formidable array. Jim knew some of the braves, but the majority of those
who spoke bitterly against the palefaces had never frequented the Village of
Peace. Nearly all were of the Wolf tribe of Delawares. Jim whispered to Joe,
interpreting that part of the speeches bearing upon the disposal to be made of
them. Two white men, dressed in Indian garb, held prominent positions before
Wingenund. The boys saw a resemblance between one of these men and Jim Girty,
and accordingly concluded he was the famous renegade, or so-called white
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Crowd by Gustave le Bon: forged. At the end of a certain time we have forgotten who is
the author of the repeated assertion, and we finish by believing
it. To this circumstance is due the astonishing power of
advertisements. When we have read a hundred, a thousand, times
that X's chocolate is the best, we imagine we have heard it said
in many quarters, and we end by acquiring the certitude that such
is the fact. When we have read a thousand times that Y's flour
has cured the most illustrious persons of the most obstinate
maladies, we are tempted at last to try it when suffering from an
illness of a similar kind. If we always read in the same papers
that A is an arrant scamp and B a most honest man we finish by
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas: "What?" said the latter with apparent coolness, but with
deep emotion, "have you another invalid?"
"Yes, doctor," cried Villefort, clutching his hair, "yes!"
D'Avrigny's look implied, "I told you it would be so." Then
he slowly uttered these words, "Who is now dying in your
house? What new victim is going to accuse you of weakness
before God?" A mournful sob burst from Villefort's heart; he
approached the doctor, and seizing his arm, -- "Valentine,"
said he, "it is Valentine's turn!"
"Your daughter?" cried d'Avrigny with grief and surprise.
"You see you were deceived," murmured the magistrate; "come
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