| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: too late. Seek out a new and better life in another
country and carve thy future into the semblance of
glory and honor."
"Would that I might, my friend," answered Norman
of Torn. "But hast thou thought on the consequences
which surely would follow should I thus remove both
heart and head from the thing that I have built?
"What suppose thou would result were Norman of
Torn to turn his great band of cut-throats, leaderless,
upon England? Hast thought on't, Father?
"Wouldst thou draw a single breath in security if
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: he pehind?"
"I think about six or seven miles," answered the Squire, "for I
passed them at the Christenbury Crag, and I overtook you at the
Hollan Bush. If his beasts be leg-weary, he will be maybe
selling bargains."
"Na, na, Hughie Morrison is no the man for pargains--ye maun come
to some Highland body like Robin Oig hersel' for the like of
these. Put I maun pe wishing you goot night, and twenty of them,
let alane ane, and I maun down to the Clachan to see if the lad
Harry Waakfelt is out of his humdudgeons yet."
The party at the alehouse were still in full talk, and the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: The most remarkable thing about Voke Easeley
at a casual glance is his Adam's apple. It is not
only the largest Adam's apple I have ever seen, and
the hardest looking one, and the most active one,
but it is also the most intelligence looking one. Voke
Easeley's face expresses very little. His eyes are
small and full and green. His mouth, while large,
misses significance. His nose, indeed, is big; but
it is mild; it is a tame nose; one feels no more
character in it than in a false nose. His chin
and forehead retreat ingloriously from the battle
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