| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: drew himself to the top and dropped lightly to the ground within
the enclosure.
Then he commenced his stealthy search of the village.
First toward the Arab tents he made his way, sniffing
and listening. He passed behind them searching for some
sign of Meriem. Not even the wild Arab curs heard his
passage, so silently he went--a shadow passing through shadows.
The odor of tobacco told him that the Arabs were smoking before
their tents. The sound of laughter fell upon his ears, and then
from the opposite side of the village came the notes of a once
familiar tune: God Save the King. Korak halted in perplexity.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: someone hinted--or I guessed--that there was more in it than
an ordinary casualty.
"Nobody, I think, realizes that I know. This is the first
time I have ever confessed that I do know. He was--shot. He
was shot for cowardice."
"That might happen to any man," said Sir Richmond presently.
"No man is a hero all round the twenty-four hours. Perhaps he
was caught by circumstances, unprepared. He may have been
taken by surprise."
"It was the most calculated, cold-blooded cowardice
imaginable. He let three other men go on and get killed. . ."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind
him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack
of the door and he pushed it open to let Muller enter. "Well done,"
cried the latter, and then he turned to the man in the room. "Here,
stop that. I can fire twice before you get the window open."
The man turned and walked slowly to the centre of the room, sinking
down into an arm-chair that stood beside the desk. Neither Amster
nor Muller turned their eyes from him for a moment, ready for any
attempt on his part to escape. But the detective had already seen
something that told him that Langen was not thinking of flight.
When he turned to the desk, Muller had seen his eyes glisten while
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