| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Works of Samuel Johnson by Samuel Johnson: The reasons of this resolution it is of little
importance to declare, since justification is unnecessary
when no objection is made. I am far from
supposing, that the cessation of my performances
will raise any inquiry, for I have never been much
a favourite of the publick, nor can boast that, in
the progress of my undertaking, I have been animated
by the rewards of the liberal, the caresses of
the great, or the praises of the eminent.
But I have no design to gratify pride by
submission, or malice by lamentation; nor think it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: been offered for TREASURE ISLAND - how much do you suppose? I
believe it would be an excellent jest to keep the answer till my
next letter. For two cents I would do so. Shall I? Anyway, I'll
turn the page first. No - well - A hundred pounds, all alive, O!
A hundred jingling, tingling, golden, minted quid. Is not this
wonderful? Add that I have now finished, in draft, the fifteenth
chapter of my novel, and have only five before me, and you will see
what cause of gratitude I have.
The weather, to look at the per contra sheet, continues vomitable;
and Fanny is quite out of sorts. But, really, with such cause of
gladness, I have not the heart to be dispirited by anything. My
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: useless.
By and by a craggy red wall loomed above the trees, and its pipe-organ
conformation was familiar to Carley. She left the road and turned to go
down to the creek. Sycamores and maples and great bowlders, and mossy
ledges overhanging the water, and a huge sentinel pine marked the spot
where she and Glenn had eaten their lunch that last day. Her mustang
splashed into the clear water and halted to drink. Beyond, through the
trees, Carley saw the sunny red-earthed clearing that was Glenn's farm. She
looked, and fought herself, and bit her quivering lip until she tasted
blood. Then she rode out into the open.
The whole west side of the canyon had been cleared and cultivated and
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