| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: "Boys, poke all the fun you like at me, but don't mention any
lady's name again. My hand is nervous and itchy these days."
He smiled as he spoke, and his speech was drawled; but the good
humor in no wise weakened it. Then his latter remark was
significant to a class of men who from inclination and
necessity practiced at gun-drawing until they wore callous and
sore places on their thumbs and inculcated in the very deeps of
their nervous organization a habit that made even the simplest
and most innocent motion of the hand end at or near the hip.
There was something remarkable about a gun-fighter's hand. It
never seemed to be gloved, never to be injured, never out of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: To Benham in those days everything was very simple in this business
of love. The aristocrat had to love ideally; that was all. He had
to love Amanda. He and Amanda were now very deeply in love again,
more in love, he felt, than they had ever been before. They were
now writing love-letters to each other and enjoying a separation
that was almost voluptuous. She found in the epistolatory treatment
of her surrender to him and to the natural fate of women, a
delightful exercise for her very considerable powers of expression.
Life pointed now wonderfully to the great time ahead when there
would be a Cheetah cub in the world, and meanwhile the Cheetah loped
about the wild world upon a mighty quest. In such terms she put it.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: "And then what would you live on, fool, if you gave all your beasts to
me? There, there, cease talking wind. Before you have a hundred head
of cattle Mameena will have six children who will not call _you_ father.
Ah, don't you like that? Are you going away?"
"Yes, I am going," he answered, with a flash of his quiet eyes; "only
then let the man whom they do call father beware of Saduko."
"Beware of how you talk, young man," said Umbezi in a grave voice.
"Would you travel your father's road? I hope not, for I like you well;
but such words are apt to be remembered."
Saduko walked away as though he did not hear.
"Who is he?" I asked.
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