| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: comradeship to perfection.
They unsaddled and ate lunch in the shade of the live-oaks at El
Dorado Springs, which used to be a much-frequented watering-hole
in the days when Camp Grant thrived and mule-skinners freighted
supplies in to feed Uncle Sam's pets. Two hours later they
stopped again at the edge of the Santa Cruz wash, two miles from
the Rocking Chair Ranch.
It was while they were resaddling that Collins caught sight of a
cloud of dust a mile or two away. He unslung his field-glasses,
and looked long at the approaching dust-swirl. Presently he
handed the binoculars to Leroy.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.: recovered its strength. Neither the ring nor the lamps had again
required replenishing; perhaps their light was exhausted less
quickly, as it was no longer to be exposed to the rays of the
intense Australian moon. Clouds had gathered over the sky, and
though the moon gleamed at times in the gaps that they left in blue
air, her beam was more hazy and dulled. The locusts no longer were
heard in the grass, nor the howl of the dogs in the forest. Out of
the circle, the stillness was profound.
And about this time I saw distinctly in the distance a vast Eye.
It drew nearer and nearer, seeming to move from the ground at the
height of some lofty giant. Its gaze riveted mine; my blood
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: fashions at his fancy, for honour or for shame? His reason
revolted against it, and yet he felt that some tragedy was hanging
over him, and that he had been suddenly called upon to bear an
intolerable burden. Actors are so fortunate. They can choose
whether they will appear in tragedy or in comedy, whether they will
suffer or make merry, laugh or shed tears. But in real life it is
different. Most men and women are forced to perform parts for
which they have no qualifications. Our Guildensterns play Hamlet
for us, and our Hamlets have to jest like Prince Hal. The world is
a stage, but the play is badly cast.
Suddenly Mr. Podgers entered the room. When he saw Lord Arthur he
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