| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: was greatly needed for the war. He sent Don
Diego, a gentle, able man who longed for a cloister and a few
hundred monks, fatherly, admirably, to rule.
Antonio de Torres stayed few weeks in Hispaniola. The
Viceroy and Admiral would have his letter in the royal
hands. Torres took that and took gold and strange plants,
and also six hundred Indian captives to be sold for slaves.
War went on in Hispaniola, but not for long. We had
horses and bloodhounds and men in armor, trained in the
long Moorish strife. There was a battle in the Vega that
ended as it must end.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: the leader.
The cowboys looked up, and the guerrillas looked down. "Buenos
dias, senor," ceremoniously said the foremost guerrilla.
By straining her ears Madeline heard that voice, and she
recognized it as belonging to Don Carlos. His graceful bow to
Stewart was also familiar. Otherwise she would never have
recognized the former elegant vaquero in this uncouth, roughly
dressed Mexican.
Stewart answered the greeting in Spanish, and, waving his hand
toward the camp-fire, added in English, "Get down and eat."
The guerrillas were anything but slow in complying. They crowded
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: undershirt, tying a handkerchief loosely about his neck.
"Lord!" he exclaimed. "I never knew it COULD get as hot
as this."
The heat grew steadily fiercer; all distant objects were
visibly shimmering and palpitating under it. At noon a
mirage appeared on the hills to the northwest. McTeague
halted the mule, and drank from the tepid water in the
canteen, dampening the sack around the canary's cage. As
soon as he ceased his tramp and the noise of his crunching,
grinding footsteps died away, the silence, vast,
illimitable, enfolded him like an immeasurable tide. From
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