| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: and essayed to enter. Again had Art eliminated the
familiar circle. Sam's hand found no door-knob -
it slid, in vain, over a rectangular brass plate and
polished oak with nothing even so large as a pin's
head upon which his fingers might close.
Abashed, reddened, heartbroken, he walked away
from the bootless door and sat upon a step. A locust
club tickled him in the ribs.
"Take a walk for yourself," said the policeman.
You've been loafing around here long enough."
At the next corner a shrill whistle sounded in Sam's
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: upon the public domain by the county or district surveyor,
and the land thus appropriated became the property of
him or it, or his or its heirs and assigns, forever.
In those days -- and here is where the trouble began
- the state's domain was practically inexhaustible, and
the old surveyors, with princely -- yea, even Western
American -- liberality, gave good measure and over-
flowing. Often the jovial man of metes and bounds
would dispense altogether with the tripod and chain.
Mounted on a pony that could cover something near a
"vara" at a step, with a pocket compass to direct his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: that is to be your name - I do not say they would not be becoming;
but for a journey, do you think they would be wise? I am afraid' -
she gave a pretty break of laughter - 'I am afraid they would be
daft-like!'
'Well, and am I not daft?' I asked her.
'I do begin to think you are,' said she.
'There it is, then!' said I. 'I have been long enough a figure of
fun. Can you not feel with me that perhaps the bitterest thing in
this captivity has been the clothes? Make me a captive - bind me
with chains if you like - but let me be still myself. You do not
know what it is to be a walking travesty - among foes,' I added
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