| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: time yet--I'm having it now."
"Yes, that lump on your head looks like it," replied Dick, with a laugh.
"If Bud hadn't put you out we'd have come closer to licking this bunch.
Ken, keep your eye on Greaser. He's treacherous. His arm's lame yet."
"We've had two run-ins already," I said. "The third time is the worst, they
say. I hope it won't come. . . . But, Dick, I'm as big--I'm bigger than he
is."
"Hear the kid talk! I certainly ought to have put you on that train--"
"What train?" asked Stockton, sharply, from our rear. He took us in with
suspicious eyes.
"I was telling Ken I ought to have put him on a train for home," answered
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: at the mercy of the damning fact that whereas he can in the nature
of things have but one standard, they have about fifty. That's
what makes them so superior," St. George amusingly added. "Fancy
an artist with a change of standards as you'd have a change of
shirts or of dinner-plates. To DO it - to do it and make it divine
- is the only thing he has to think about. 'Is it done or not?' is
his only question. Not 'Is it done as well as a proper solicitude
for my dear little family will allow?' He has nothing to do with
the relative - he has only to do with the absolute; and a dear
little family may represent a dozen relatives."
"Then you don't allow him the common passions and affections of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: I was helpless. Of the fate of my companions I knew nothing--
could surmise nothing. Then. . .all consciousness ended.
CHAPTER XXV
I WAS being carried along a dimly lighted, tunnel-like place, slung, sackwise,
across the shoulder of a Burman. He was not a big man, but he supported
my considerable weight with apparent ease. A deadly nausea held me,
but the rough handling had served to restore me to consciousness.
My hands and feet were closely lashed. I hung limply as a wet towel:
I felt that this spark of tortured life which had flickered up in me must
ere long finally become extinguished.
A fancy possessed me, in these the first moments of my restoration
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