| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of the flocks and herds. The majority followed Mugambi
back toward the bungalow.
The dust of the raiders was still a long distance away.
Mugambi could not know positively that it hid an enemy;
but he had spent a lifetime of savage life in savage
Africa, and he had seen parties before come thus
unheralded. Sometimes they had come in peace and
sometimes they had come in war--one could never tell.
It was well to be prepared. Mugambi did not like the
haste with which the strangers advanced.
The Greystoke bungalow was not well adapted for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: not to have too much to do with the boy, and I set about finding
out something regarding his earlier life. It was my duty to do this,
as I was the girl's guardian. She has no other relative living, and
no one to turn to except my aunt and myself. I wrote to Mr. Richard
Tressider in Chicago, the owner of the factory in which I had been
employed while there. John had told me that Tressider had been his
client during the four years in which he practiced law in Chicago.
I received an answer about the middle of August. Mr. Tressider had
been able to find out only that John was born in the town of Hartberg
in a certain year. This was enough. I took leave of absence for a
few days and went to Hartberg, which, as you know, is about 140 miles
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: slid in a flash among his brothers, and the whole of them like a
school of playful fish whipped round the corral, kicking up the
fine dust, and (I take it) roaring with laughter. Through the
window-glass of our Pullman the thud of their mischievous hoofs
reached us, and the strong, humorous curses of the cow-boys. Then
for the first time I noticed a man who sat on the high gate of
the corral, looking on. For he now climbed down with the
undulations of a tiger, smooth and easy, as if his muscles flowed
beneath his skin. The others had all visibly whirled the rope,
some of them even shoulder high. I did not see his arm lift or
move. He appeared to hold the rope down low, by his leg. But like
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