| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: Guns. In case I cannot overtake an acknowledgment to himself by
this mail, please let him hear of my pleasure and admiration. How
poorly - compares! He is all smart journalism and cleverness: it
is all bright and shallow and limpid, like a business paper - a
good one, S'ENTEND; but there is no blot of heart's blood and the
Old Night: there are no harmonics, there is scarce harmony to his
music; and in Henley - all of these; a touch, a sense within sense,
a sound outside the sound, the shadow of the inscrutable, eloquent
beyond all definition. The First London Voluntary knocked me
wholly. - Ever yours affectionately, my dear Charles,
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: it had a sharpness she had not noted before.
"So you came back, did you? Well, you don't look very proud of
yourself this mawnin'. Gene Stewart, you look like a coyote."
"Say, Flo if I am a coyote I'm not going to sneak," he said.
"What 'd you come for?" she demanded.
"I said I was coming round to take my medicine."
"Meaning you'll not run from Al Hammond? Gene, your skull is as
thick as an old cow's. Al will never know anything about what
you did to his sister unless you tell him. And if you do that
he'll shoot you. She won't give you away. She's a thoroughbred.
Why, she was so white last night I thought she'd drop at my feet,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: temples, the same olive skin (that Italian olive tint which turns
white where the light falls on it), the brown hair worn rather long,
the black 'royale,' the grave and melancholy expression, for La
Palferine's character and exterior were amazingly at variance.
"At the sound of the name, and the sight of its owner, something like
a quiver thrilled through Claudine. La Palferine saw the vibration,
and shot a glance at her out of the dark depths of almond-shaped eyes
with purpled lids, and those faint lines about them which tell of
pleasures as costly as painful fatigue. With those eyes upon her, she
said--'Your address?'
" 'What want of address!'
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