| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: her cheeks and her eyes gleamed. But the change was too sudden for
her tortured soul. She rose from her chair, then sank fainting to
the floor.
Berner threw himself on his knees beside her, sobbing out, "She is
dying! She is dying!"
Muller turned on the instant, for he had heard the door on the other
side of the hall open, and a tall slender man with a smooth face
and a deep scar on his right cheek stood on the threshold looking at
them in dazed surprise. For an instant only had he lost his control.
The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind
him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Russia in 1919 by Arthur Ransome: directed by a Presidium of nine members, of which it elects
eight, the President being elected by the All-Russian Central
Executive Committee, and enjoying the rank of a People's
Commissar or Minister.
I had a long talk with Rykov, the President, or rather listened
to a long lecture by him, only now and then succeeding in
stopping him by forcing a question into the thread of his
harangue. He stammers a little, and talks so indistinctly that
for the first time (No. The first time was when Chicherin
gabbled through the provisions of the Brest Treaty at the
fourth All-Russian Assembly.) I felt willing to forgive
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: men. These men Duane wanted even more than their leader. If
Longstreth, or Cheseldine, was the brains of that gang, Poggin
was the executor. It was Poggin who needed to be found and
stopped. Poggin and his right-hand men! Duane experienced a
strange, tigerish thrill. It was thought of Poggin more than
thought of success for MacNelly's plan. Duane felt dubious over
this emotion.
Next day he set out for Bradford. He was glad to get away from
Fairdale for a while. But the hours and the miles in no wise
changed the new pain in his heart. The only way he could forget
Miss Longstreth was to let his mind dwell upon Poggin, and even
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