| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: lies, as rage inspires them? No words of yours shall turn me now
that I am fain to fight--therefore let us make trial of one
another with our spears."
As he spoke he drove his spear at the great and terrible shield
of Achilles, which rang out as the point struck it. The son of
Peleus held the shield before him with his strong hand, and he
was afraid, for he deemed that Aeneas's spear would go through it
quite easily, not reflecting that the god's glorious gifts were
little likely to yield before the blows of mortal men; and indeed
Aeneas's spear did not pierce the shield, for the layer of gold,
gift of the god, stayed the point. It went through two layers,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: His other horse was a tall, white, rather large-boned animal
called "Captain". He was old now, but when he was young
he must have been splendid; he had still a proud way of holding his head
and arching his neck; in fact, he was a high-bred, fine-mannered,
noble old horse, every inch of him. He told me that in his early youth
he went to the Crimean War; he belonged to an officer in the cavalry,
and used to lead the regiment. I will tell more of that hereafter.
The next morning, when I was well-groomed, Polly and Dolly came into the yard
to see me and make friends. Harry had been helping his father
since the early morning, and had stated his opinion that I should turn out
a "regular brick". Polly brought me a slice of apple,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: was with a touch of the histrionic Southern gravity which his Northern
education had not wholly schooled out of him that he said:
"I fear I am no scholar, sir. But I know what writers every gentleman
ought to respect."
The polished Padre bowed gravely to this compliment.
It was when his eyes caught sight of the music that the young man felt
again at ease, and his vivacity returned to him. Leaving his chair, he
began enthusiastically to examine the tall piles that filled one side of
the room. The volumes lay piled and scattered everywhere, making a
pleasant disorder; and, as perfume comes from a flower, memories of
singers and chandeliers rose bright from the printed names. Norma,
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