| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: Sometimes his own men drove them; at others, the horse and chaise
were let to gentlemen or ladies who drove themselves.
28 A Job Horse and His Drivers
Hitherto I had always been driven by people who at least knew how to drive;
but in this place I was to get my experience of all the different kinds
of bad and ignorant driving to which we horses are subjected;
for I was a "job horse", and was let out to all sorts of people
who wished to hire me; and as I was good-tempered and gentle, I think I was
oftener let out to the ignorant drivers than some of the other horses,
because I could be depended upon. It would take a long time
to tell of all the different styles in which I was driven,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: I am very sorry for you. I would do almost anything for you.
To say that, after what I have done, seems simply impudent;
but what can I say that will not seem impudent? To wrong you
and apologize--that is easy enough. I should not have wronged you."
She stopped a moment, looking at him, and motioned him
to let her go on. "I ought never to have listened to you
at first; that was the wrong. No good could come of it.
I felt it, and yet I listened; that was your fault.
I liked you too much; I believed in you."
"And don't you believe in me now?"
"More than ever. But now it doesn't matter. I have given you up."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: he'll wire back? `Go to it. Get the tango on its native
tairn'--or words to that effect."
"Emma, use a little logic and common sense!"
There was a note in Buck's voice that brought a quick response
from Mrs. McChesney. She dropped her little air of gayety. The
pain in his voice, and the hurt in his eyes, and the pleading in
his whole attitude banished the smile from her face. It had not
been much of a smile, anyway. T. A. knew her genuine smiles well
enough to recognize a counterfeit at sight. And Emma McChesney
knew that he knew. She came over and laid a hand lightly on his
arm.
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