| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: one carried only a blanket. Ladd shortened the stirrups on his
mount, and helped Mercedes up into the saddle. From the way she
settled herself and took the few restive prances of the mettlesome
horse Gale judged that she could ride. Lash urged Gale to take his
horse. But his Gale refused to do.
"I'll walk," he said. "I'm used to walking. I know cowboys are not."
They tried again to persuade him, without avail. Then Ladd started off,
riding bareback. Mercedes fell in behind, with Gale walking beside her.
The two pack animals came next, and Lash brought up the rear.
Once started with protection assured for the girl and a real objective
point in view, Gale relaxed from the tense strain he had been laboring
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: fishing, and walking, and the pleasures of convalescence, in a bright
shallow stream that kept me pleased and interested, I could scarcely
say how. As he went on, he warmed to his subject, and laid his hats
aside to go along the water-side and show me where the large trout
commonly lay, underneath an overhanging bank; and he was much
disappointed, for my sake, that there were none visible just then.
Then he wandered off on to another tack, and stood a great while out
in the middle of a meadow in the hot sunshine, trying to make out
that he had known me before, or, if not me, some friend of mine,
merely, I believe, out of a desire that we should feel more friendly
and at our ease with one another. At last he made a little speech to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: servants, Connie found: but in a quiet way. And she skilfully behaved
so that Sir Alexander should think that HE was lord and monarch of the
whole caboosh, with his stout, would-be-genial paunch, and his utterly
boring jokes, his humourosity, as Hilda called it.
Sir Malcolm was painting. Yes, he still would do a Venetian
lagoonscape, now and then, in contrast to his Scottish landscapes. So
in the morning he was rowed off with a huge canvas, to his 'site'. A
little later, Lady Cooper would he rowed off into the heart of the
city, with sketching-block and colours. She was an inveterate
watercolour painter, and the house was full of rose-coloured palaces,
dark canals, swaying bridges, medieval facades, and so on. A little
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