| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: handed his recent foreman a letter of much battered appearance.
It was from the Judge. It had not come straight, but very
gradually, in the pockets of three successive cow-punchers. As
the Virginian glanced over it and saw that the enclosure it
contained was for Balaam, his heart fell. Here were new orders
for him, and he could not go to see his sweetheart.
"Hello, Shorty!" said Balaam, from over the creek. To the
Virginian he gave a slight nod. He did not know him, although he
knew well enough who he was.
"Hyeh's a letter from Judge Henry for yu'" said the Virginian,
and he crossed the creek.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: Germans and the chief justice must be held innocent. But the chief
justice has shown that he can himself be led, by his animosity
against Mataafa, into questionable acts. Certain natives of Malie
were accused of stealing pigs; the chief justice summoned them
through Mataafa; several were sent, and along with them a written
promise that, if others were required, these also should be
forthcoming upon requisition. Such as came were duly tried and
acquitted; and Mataafa's offer was communicated to the chief
justice, who made a formal answer, and the same day (in pursuance
of his constant design to have Malie attacked by war-ships)
reported to one of the consuls that his warrant would not run in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: meeting nobody. But now our good luck failed us, for passing round
the corner of some buildings, we came face to face with three
soldiers returning to their huts from a midnight revel, and with
them some native servants.
'Whom have we here?' said the first of these. 'Your name,
comrade?'
'Good-night, brother, good-night,' I answered in Spanish, speaking
with the thick voice of drunkenness.
'Good morning, you mean,' he said, for the dawn was breaking.
'Your name. I don't know your face, though it seems that you have
been in the wars,' and he laughed.
Montezuma's Daughter |
