| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: There were quick replies that Gale's dulling ears did not
distinguish. Then it seemed Mrs. Belding was beside his bed, her
presence so cool and soothing and helpful, and Mercedes and Nell,
wide-eyed and white-faced, were fluttering around him. He drank
thirstily, but refused food. He wanted rest. And with their faces
drifting away in a kind of haze, with the feeling of gentle hands
about him, he lost consciousness.
He slept twenty hours. then he arose, thirsty, hungry, lame,
overworn, and presently went in search of Belding and the business
of the day.
"Your Yaqui was near dead, but guess we'll pull him through," said
 Desert Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: itself retreat before their frown,--if this blessed consummation
of all things can be hastened by the slight circumstance that a
frail, earthly body, which must needs partake corruption, shall
be consigned to the grave a short space earlier than in the
course of nature, what is such a sacrifice to the advancement of
the holy Millennium?"
"Millennium is the reign of the Saints," said Foster, somewhat
doubtfully.
"Say it is the reign of the Sages, my son," answered Alasco; "or
rather the reign of Wisdom itself."
"I touched on the question with Master Holdforth last exercising
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: niggers free. But I and all our friends knew very
well that he was too good a man to have ever
thought of doing such an unkind and foolish thing,
had he been in his right mind, and, therefore we
had the will altered as it should have been in the
first place."
"Did you mean, madam," asked my master,
"that willing the slaves free was unjust to yourself,
or unkind to them?"
"I mean that it was decidedly unkind to the
servants themselves. It always seems to me such
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