| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: meant and taking mental notes of it all. Charley Welsh constituted himself her
preceptor and guardian angel, and so well did he perform the self-allotted
task that when it was all over she felt fully prepared to write her article.
But the proposition had been to do two turns, and her native pluck forced her
to live up to it. Also, in the course of the intervening days, she discovered
fleeting impressions that required verification; so, on Saturday, she was back
again, with her telescope basket and Letty.
The manager seemed looking for her, and she caught an expression of relief in
his eyes when he first saw her. He hurried up, greeted her, and bowed with a
respect ludicrously at variance with his previous ogre-like behavior. And as
he bowed, across his shoulders she saw Charley Welsh deliberately wink.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: which the psychic researchers are accumulating, he is beginning
to grope his way into a universal consciousness, which may come
to include the joys and griefs of the inhabitants of Mars, and of
the dark stars which the spectroscope and the telescope are
disclosing.
All these are fascinating possibilities. What stands in the way
of their realization? Ignorance and superstition, fear and
submission, the old habits of rapine and hatred which man has
brought with him from his animal past. These make him a slave, a
victim of himself and of others; to root them out of the garden
of the soul is the task of the modern thinker.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: as if she thought the moment was not yet come to reply to it.
"Only this time it was no longer an inert body, without feeling,
that the villain had to deal with. I have told you that without
being able to regain the complete exercise of my faculties, I
retained the sense of my danger. I struggled, then, with all my
strength, and doubtless opposed, weak as I was, a long
resistance, for I heard him cry out, 'These miserable Puritans!
I knew very well that they tired out their executioners, but I
did not believe them so strong against their lovers!'
"Alas! this desperate resistance could not last long. I felt my
strength fail, and this time it was not my sleep that enabled the
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