| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: was a bountiful supper and a strange company. On her right sat
the ragged and half-starved Venters; and though blind eyes could
have seen what he counted for in the sum of her happiness, yet he
looked the gloomy outcast his allegiance had made him, and about
him there was the shadow of the ruin presaged by Tull. On her
left sat black-leather-garbed Lassiter looking like a man in a
dream. Hunger was not with him, nor composure, nor speech, and
when he twisted in frequent unquiet movements the heavy guns that
he had not removed knocked against the table-legs. If it had been
otherwise possible to forget the presence of Lassiter those
telling little jars would have rendered it unlikely. And Jane
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: trium.
Caesar equitatu praemisso subsequebatur omnibus copiis; sed ratio
ordoque agminis aliter se habebat ac Belgae ad Nervios detulerant. Nam
quod hostibus adpropinquabat, consuetudine sua Caesar VI legiones
expeditas ducebat; post eas totius exercitus impedimenta conlocarat; inde
duae legiones quae proxime conscriptae erant totum agmen claudebant
praesidioque impedimentis erant. Equites nostri cum funditoribus
sagittariisque flumen transgressi cum hostium equitatu proelium
commiserunt. Cum se illi identidem in silvis ad suos reciperent ac rursus
ex silva in nostros impetum facerent, neque nostri longius quam quem ad
finem porrecta [ac] loca aperta pertinebant cedentes insequi auderent,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: in the silent flood of the moonlit night--no prying
eyes near save the stars of the friendly southern
skies.
"The moon seems different down here, Jim!" she
whispered.
"It is different," he answered with boyish
enthusiasm. "It's all so still and white!"
"Could we stay here forever?"
He shook his head emphatically.
"Not on your life. This little boy has to work,
you know. Old man John D. Rockefeller might, but it's
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