| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: can't learn to do a feature well, you can never expect to do anything better.
In short, put your whole self into it, and yet, outside of it, above it,
remain yourself, if you follow me. And now good luck to you."
They had reached the door and were shaking hands.
"And one thing more," he interrupted her thanks, "let me see your copy before
you turn it in. I may be able to put you straight here and there."
Edna found the manager of the Loops a full-fleshed, heavy-jowled man, bushy of
eyebrow and generally belligerent of aspect, with an absent-minded scowl on
his face and a black cigar stuck in the midst thereof. Symes was his name, she
had learned, Ernst Symes.
"Whatcher turn?" he demanded, ere half her brief application had left her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: imaginative vignette of the scene in the morning when they should
find his body.
He passed all his chances under review, turning the white between
his thumb and forefinger. Unfortunately he was on bad terms with
some old friends who would once have taken pity on him in such a
plight. He had lampooned them in verses, he had beaten and cheated
them; and yet now, when he was in so close a pinch, he thought
there was at least one who might perhaps relent. It was a chance.
It was worth trying at least, and he would go and see.
On the way, two little accidents happened to him which coloured his
musings in a very different manner. For, first, he fell in with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: outlaw, "till all be in, an' if there be any signs of
treachery stick him through the gizzard--death thus
be slower and more painful."
So saying Norman of Torn crept boldly across the
improvised bridge, and disappeared within the window
beyond. One by one the band of cut-throats passed
through the little window, until all stood within the
castle beside their chief; Shandy coming last with the
servant.
"Lead me quietly, knave, to the room where My
Lord sups," said Norman of Torn. "You, Shandy, place
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