| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: of you, ain't it?"
Instinctively a shaking hand clutched at the kerchief. "It don't
cut any ice because a hold-up wears a mask made out of stuff like
this "
"Did I say it was a mask he wore?" the gentle voice quizzed.
Scott, beads of perspiration on his forehead, collapsed as to his
defense. He fell back sullenly to his first position: "You can't
prove anything."
"Can't I?" The sheriff's smile went out like a snuffed candle.
Eyes and mouth were cold and hard as chiseled marble. He leaned
forward far across the table, a confident, dominating assurance
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chinese Boy and Girl by Isaac Taylor Headland: screaming lest the plate be broken.
This same performer set a bowl whirling on the end of a
chop-stick. Then tossing the bowl up he caught it inverted
on the chop-stick, and made it whirl as rapidly as possible. In
this condition he tossed it up ten, then fifteen, then twenty or
more feet into the air catching it on the chop-stick as it came
down.
He then changed the process. He tossed the bowl a foot
high, and struck it with the other chop-stick one, two, three,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: couple of peasants who happened to be standing at the door of a
dramshop exchanged a few comments with reference to the equipage
rather than to the individual who was seated in it. "Look at that
carriage," one of them said to the other. "Think you it will be going
as far as Moscow?" "I think it will," replied his companion. "But not
as far as Kazan, eh?" "No, not as far as Kazan." With that the
conversation ended. Presently, as the britchka was approaching the
inn, it was met by a young man in a pair of very short, very tight
breeches of white dimity, a quasi-fashionable frockcoat, and a dickey
fastened with a pistol-shaped bronze tie-pin. The young man turned his
head as he passed the britchka and eyed it attentively; after which he
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