| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: fire. I'll allow ye'll all be chilly and damp from river-mist afore long, so
toast yerselves good."
"How far have we come to-day?" inquired Mr. Wells, his mind always intent on
reaching the scene of his cherished undertaking.
"'Bout thirty-odd mile, I reckon. Not much on a trip, thet's sartin, but we'll
pick up termorrer. We've some quicker water, an' the rafts hev to go
separate."
"How quiet!" exclaimed Kate, suddenly breaking the silence that followed the
frontiersman's answer.
"Beautiful!" impetuously said Nell, looking up at Joe. A quick flash from his
gray eyes answered her; he did not speak; indeed he had said little to her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: hours of intellectual blindness, men call sin; they saw its hours of all-
radiating insight, which men call righteousness; they saw its hour of
strength, when it leaped to its feet crying, "I am omnipotent;" its hour of
weakness, when it fell to the earth and grasped dust only; they saw what it
might have been, but never would be.
The man bent forward.
And the angel said, "What is it?"
He answered, "It is I! it is myself!" And he went forward as if he would
have lain his heart against it; but the angel held him back and covered his
eyes.
Now God had given power to the angel further to unclothe that soul, to take
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: shafts and dig us out,' he said, slapping his mittens together
and putting them on. 'That's what the old folk taught us!'
Vasili Andreevich meanwhile had unfastened his coat, and
holding its skirts up for shelter, struck one sulphur match
after another on the steel box. But his hands trembled, and
one match after another either did not kindle or was blown out
by the wind just as he was lifting it to the cigarette. At
last a match did burn up, and its flame lit up for a moment the
fur of his coat, his hand with the gold ring on the bent
forefinger, and the snow-sprinkled oat-straw that stuck out
from under the drugget. The cigarette lighted, he eagerly took
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