| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: tearing my nerves to pieces till he has worked me into a foolish
passion, and then he'll go slow that I may enjoy the sweets of it.
The postilion managed the point to a miracle: by the time he had
got to the foot of a steep hill, about half a league from Nampont,
- he had put me out of temper with him, - and then with myself, for
being so.
My case then required a different treatment; and a good rattling
gallop would have been of real service to me. -
- Then, prithee, get on - get on, my good lad, said I.
The postilion pointed to the hill. - I then tried to return back to
the story of the poor German and his ass - but I had broke the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: red handkerchief with its contents. For a moment he glanced up at the
galaxy of stars over him; then he stepped into the long grass, and made his
way in a direction opposite to that in which the camp lay. But after a
short while he turned, and made his way down into the river bed. He walked
in it for a while. Then after a time he sat down upon the bank and took
off his heavy boots and threw them into the grass at the side. Then
softly, on tip-toe, he followed the little footpath that the men had
trodden going down to the river for water. It led straight up to the
Captain's tent, and the little flat-topped tree, with its white stem, and
its two gnarled branches spread out on either side. When he was within
forty paces of it, he paused. Far over the other side of the camp the two
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: chances were small against a party of cunning trailing
Apaches. Finally I could endure the suspense no longer,
and, arming myself with my two Colt revolvers and a
carbine, I strapped two belts of cartridges about me and
catching my saddle horse, started down the trail taken by
Powell in the morning.
As soon as I reached comparatively level ground I urged
my mount into a canter and continued this, where the going
permitted, until, close upon dusk, I discovered the point
where other tracks joined those of Powell. They were the
tracks of unshod ponies, three of them, and the ponies had
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