| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela: the first to clamber over.
Like monkeys the others followed him, reaching the
other side with bleeding, grimy hands. The rest was easy.
The deep worn steps along the stonework made their as-
cent of the chapel wall swifter. The church vault hid
them from the soldiers.
"Wait a moment, will you?" said the workman. "I'll
go and see where my brother is; I'll let you know and then
you'll get at the officers."
But no one paid the slightest attention to him.
For a second, Demetrio glanced at the soldiers' black
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: of it. She spoils it by acting it entirely different from
her old way."
"It is not my fault," reiterated the actress.
"There are only two of you on in the scene," argued
the playwright hotly, "you and Delmars, here -- "
"Then it's his fault," declared Miss Carroll, with a
lightning glance of scorn from her dark eyes. The
comedian caught it, and gazed with increased melancholy
at the panels of the sergeant's desk.
The night was a dull one in that particular police station.
The sergeant's long-blunted curiosity awoke a little.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: hands in gore, and gallantly retrieved the lost battle, and
triumphantly protected innocence and beauty. Elsewhere in his
essay Mr. James has protested with excellent reason against too
narrow a conception of experience; for the born artist, he
contends, the "faintest hints of life" are converted into
revelations; and it will be found true, I believe, in a majority of
cases, that the artist writes with more gusto and effect of those
things which he has only wished to do, than of those which he has
done. Desire is a wonderful telescope, and Pisgah the best
observatory. Now, while it is true that neither Mr. James nor the
author of the work in question has ever, in the fleshly sense, gone
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