| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: feeling elegant, and says to me, "We'll have a most noble
good time and heaps of danger some dark night getting him
out of there, Huck, and it'll be talked about everywheres
and we will be celebrated;" but the old man busted
that scheme up the minute he whispered to him about it.
He said no, it was his duty to stand whatever the law
done to him, and he would stick to the jail plumb
through to the end, even if there warn't no door to it.
It disappointed Tom and graveled him a good deal, but he
had to put up with it.
But he felt responsible and bound to get his uncle Silas free;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: among them, and there were no less than six kippersol trees scattered here
and there among the broken kopjes. In the rocks there were hundreds of
homes for the conies, and from the crevices wild asparagus hung down. She
ran to the river, bathed in the clear cold water, and tossed it over her
head. She sang aloud. All the songs she knew were sad, so she could not
sing them now, she was glad, she was so free; but she sang the notes
without the words, as the cock-o-veets do. Singing and jumping all the
way, she went back, and took a sharp stone, and cut at the root of a
kippersol, and got out a large piece, as long as her arm, and sat to chew
it. Two conies came out on the rock above her head and peeped at her. She
held them out a piece, but they did not want it, and ran away.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: shot shaft, and maybe not all times bad, but I shoot no more this day,
for no man can match with yon stranger, whosoe'er he may be."
Then he thrust his shaft into his quiver, rattling, and unstrung
his bow without another word.
Then the Sheriff came down from his dais and drew near, in all his
silks and velvets, to where the tattered stranger stood leaning upon
his stout bow, while the good folk crowded around to see the man
who shot so wondrously well. "Here, good fellow," quoth the Sheriff,
"take thou the prize, and well and fairly hast thou won it, I bow.
What may be thy name, and whence comest thou?"
"Men do call me Jock o' Teviotdale, and thence am I come,"
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