| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: forestry tramp in the woods. But presently he spoke directly to me.
"Well, Kenneth, are you going to come out with the truth about that
Wild-West scheme of yours? Now that you've graduated you want a fling. You
want to ride mustangs, to see cowboys, to hunt and shoot--all that sort of
thing."
When father spoke in such a way it usually meant the defeat of my schemes.
I grew cold all over.
"Yes, father, I'd like all that-- But I mean business. I want to be a
forest ranger. Let me go to Arizona this summer. And in the fall I'd--I'd
like to go to a school of forestry."
There! the truth was out, and my feelings were divided between relief and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: mattered, it was only their perfect practice and their common need.
These things made their whole relation so impersonal that they
hadn't the rules or reasons people found in ordinary friendships.
They didn't care for the things it was supposed necessary to care
for in the intercourse of the world. They ended one day - they
never knew which of them expressed it first - by throwing out the
idea that they didn't care for each other. Over this idea they
grew quite intimate; they rallied to it in a way that marked a
fresh start in their confidence. If to feel deeply together about
certain things wholly distinct from themselves didn't constitute a
safety, where was safety to be looked for? Not lightly nor often,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: It was still very early. The old-fashioned steeple clock on the
church of the Holy Virgin in Hietzing had boomed out six slow
strokes but a short time back. Anna, the pretty blonde girl who
carried out the milk for the dwellers in several streets of this
aristocratic residential suburb, was just coming around the corner
of the main street into a quiet lane. This lane could hardly be
dignified by the name of street as yet, it was so very quiet. It
had been opened and named scarcely a year back and it was bordered
mostly by open gardens or fenced-in building lots. There were four
houses in this street, two by two opposite each other, and another,
an old-fashioned manor house, lying almost hidden in its great
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