| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "Major, from what hill did you jump your horse?" asked Alfred.
"You know the bare rocky bluff that stands out prominently on the hill across
the creek. From that spot Colonel Zane first saw the valley, and from there I
leaped my horse. I can never convince myself that it really happened. Often I
look up at that cliff in doubt. But the Indians and Colonel Zane, Jonathan,
Wetzel and others say they actually saw the deed done, so I must accept it,"
said Major McColloch.
"It seems incredible!" said Alfred. "I cannot understand how a man or horse
could go over that precipice and live."
"That is what we all say," responded the Colonel. "I suppose I shall have to
tell the story. We have fighters and makers of history here, but few talkers."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: their private game, had been cut to the quick by the want of
interest shown in it by others, and expanded under the flattery of
my attention. Tembinok' puts up a double stake, and receives in
return two hands to choose from: a shallow artifice which the
wives (in all these years) have not yet fathomed. He himself, when
talking with me privately, made not the least secret that he was
secure of winning; and it was thus he explained his recent
liberality on board the EQUATOR. He let the wives buy their own
tobacco, which pleased them at the moment. He won it back at
cards, which made him once more, and without fresh expense, that
which he ought to be, - the sole fount of all indulgences. And he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.
Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.
Kosmos
Ah, -- shuddering men that falter and shrink so
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