| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: any degree of comfort. By the time we were ready to start we had
a good-sized pack-train on our hands.
The proprietor of the hotel found us an arriero, whom
he declared to be the most competent and trustworthy guide in all
the Andes--a long, loose-jointed fellow with an air of complete
indifference habitually resting on his yellow, rather
sinister-looking face. Le Mire did not like him, but I certainly
preferred the hotel proprietor's experience and knowledge to her
volatile fancy, and engaged the arriero on the spot.
Our outfit was complete, and everything in readiness, when
Harry suddenly announced that he had decided not to go, nor to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: his rights for the meal he had lost. "I have n't got your
meal," said the Wind, "but here's a ram which will drop money
out of its fleece whenever you tell it to." So the lad
travelled home, stopping over night at the same inn, and when
he got home he found himself with a ram which did n't drop
coins out of its fleece. A third time he visited the North
Wind, and obtained a bag with a stick in it which, at the word
of command, would jump out of the bag and lay on until told to
stop. Guessing how matters stood as to his cloth and ram, he
turned in at the same tavern, and going to a bench lay down as
if to sleep. The landlord thought that a stick carried about
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: And then . . . read through a blur of tears
Quick pardon for the selfish years.
This time, this time, I would not wait
For that brief wire that said, Too late!--
If I could only find the way
Into the Land of Yesterday.
I wonder if her roses yet
Lift up their heads and laugh with pride,
And if her phlox and mignonette
Have heart to blossom by their side;
I wonder if the dear old lane
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