| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: Evidently the Indian understood, for he grunted.
Gale found difficulty in curbing his impatience. The approach of
the sheep was slow. The advances of the leader and the intervals
of watching had a singular regularity. He worked like a machine.
Gale followed him down the opposite wall, around holes, across
gullies, over ridges. Then Gale shifted the glass back to find
the others. They were coming also, with exactly the same pace
and pause of their leader. What steppers they were! How
sure-footed! What leaps they made! It was thrilling to watch
them. Gale forgot he had a rifle. The Yaqui pressed a heavy hand
down upon his shoulder. He was to keep well hidden and to be quiet.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catherine de Medici by Honore de Balzac: it, rowed by a single sailor. In the bow was a man unknown to
Christophe, a man of low stature and very simply dressed. Chaudieu and
Christophe entered the boat, which in a moment was in the middle of
the Seine; the sailor then directed its course beneath one of the
wooden arches of the pont au Change, where he tied up quickly to an
iron ring. As yet, no one had said a word.
"Here we can speak without fear; there are no traitors or spies here,"
said Chaudieu, looking at the two as yet unnamed men. Then, turning an
ardent face to Christophe, "Are you," he said, "full of that devotion
that should animate a martyr? Are you ready to endure all for our
sacred cause? Do you fear the tortures applied to the Councillor du
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Boys' Life of Abraham Lincoln by Helen Nicolay: interest that he was asked if he would like to speak to the
children. Accepting the invitation with evident pleasure, he
stepped forward and began a simple address that quickly charmed
the roomful of youngsters into silence. His language was
singularly beautiful, his voice musical with deep feeling. The
faces of his little listeners drooped into sad earnestness at his
words of warning, and brightened again when he spoke of cheerful
promises. "Go on! Oh, do go on!" they begged when at last he
tried to stop. As he left the room somebody asked his name.
"Abraham Lincoln, from Illinois," was the courteous reply.
VI. THE NEW PRESIDENT
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