| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: that is vengeance. Montezuma has become a woman, and I heed him no
more, nay, if it were needful, I would kill him with my own hand.
But two men are still left in the land, Cuitlahua, my uncle, and
myself. Now I go to summon our armies.' And he went.
All that night the city murmured like a swarm of wasps, and next
day at dawn, so far as the eye could reach, the streets and market
place were filled with tens of thousands of armed warriors. They
threw themselves like a wave upon the walls of the palace of Axa,
and like a wave from a rock they were driven back again by the fire
of the guns. Thrice they attacked, and thrice they were repulsed.
Then Montezuma, the woman king, appeared upon the walls, praying
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: he says:
"Me and Huck's mighty glad to see you again, and you needn't
be afeared we'll tell. And if you think it'll be safer for
you if we don't let on to know you when we run across you,
say the word and you'll see you can depend on us, and would
ruther cut our hands off than get you into the least little bit of danger."
First off he looked surprised to see us, and not
very glad, either; but as Tom went on he looked pleasanter,
and when he was done he smiled, and nodded his head
several times, and made signs with his hands, and says:
"Goo-goo--goo-goo," the way deef and dummies does.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: to put them into shape--remembers what the right quotations are,
omne tulit punctum, and that sort of thing--gives subjects a kind
of turn. I invited him some time ago when you were ill, Casaubon;
Dorothea said you couldn't have anybody in the house, you know,
and she asked me to write."
Poor Dorothea felt that every word of her uncle's was about as
pleasant as a grain of sand in the eye to Mr. Casaubon. It would
be altogether unfitting now to explain that she had not wished her
uncle to invite Will Ladislaw. She could not in the least make clear
to herself the reasons for her husband's dislike to his presence--
a dislike painfully impressed on her by the scene in the library;
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