| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: from one end of the room to the other. At last they found what they were
seeking. A young woman knelt before a charcoal fire which she was blowing with
a bellows. It was Betty. Her face was pale and weary, her hair dishevelled,
her shapely arms blackened with charcoal, but notwithstanding she looked calm,
resolute, self-contained. Lydia was kneeling by her side holding a
bullet-mould on a block of wood. Betty lifted the ladle from the red coals and
poured the hot metal with a steady hand and an admirable precision. Too much
or too little lead would make an imperfect ball. The little missile had to be
just so for those soft-metal, smooth-bore rifles. Then Lydia dipped the mould
in a bucket of water, removed it and knocked it on the floor. A small, shiny
lead bullet rolled out. She rubbed it with a greasy rag and then dropped it in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: Everything ready except the trousers. I haven't had time to shorten them.
You must tuck the ends into your boots until we get there."
"Nu," said the Herr, "there isn't room to turn. I want the light. You go
and dress in the passage."
Dressing in the dark was nothing to Frau Brechenmacher. She hooked her
skirt and bodice, fastened her handkerchief round her neck with a beautiful
brooch that had four medals to the Virgin dangling from it, and then drew
on her cloak and hood.
"Here, come and fasten this buckle," called Herr Brechenmacher. He stood
in the kitchen puffing himself out, the buttons on his blue uniform shining
with an enthusiasm which nothing but official buttons could possibly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: abstain from studying it. Do all that in you lies to annihilate that book,
person, or opinion.
Acting on this rule, so wide in its comprehensiveness, so beautifully
simple in its working, Bonaparte approached Tant Sannie with the book in
his hand. Waldo came a step nearer, eyeing it like a dog whose young has
fallen into evil hands.
"This book," said Bonaparte, "is not a fit and proper study for a young and
immature mind."
Tant Sannie did not understand a word, and said:
"What?"
"This book," said Bonaparte, bringing down his finger with energy on the
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