| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: place. I want to make you acquainted with him. These boys have all been
cutting timber; they've just come in for dinner. Be easy and quiet with them;
then you'll get on."
Colonel Zane introduced Joe to five sturdy boys and left him in their company.
Joe sat down on a log outside a cabin and leisurely surveyed the young men.
They all looked about the same: strong without being heavy, light-haired and
bronze-faced. In their turn they carefully judged Joe. A newcomer from the
East was always regarded with some doubt. If they expected to hear Joe talk
much they were mistaken. He appeared good-natured, but not too friendly.
"Fine weather we're havin'," said Dick Metzar.
"Fine," agreed Joe, laconically.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: every shade of fortune, which evidently included indeed lots of bad
luck as well as of good, declining even toward Mr. Mudge and his
bland firm thrift, and ascending, in wild signals and rocket-
flights, almost to within hail of her highest standard. So from
month to month she went on with them all, through a thousand ups
and downs and a thousand pangs and indifferences. What virtually
happened was that in the shuffling herd that passed before her by
far the greater part only passed--a proportion but just appreciable
stayed. Most of the elements swam straight away, lost themselves
in the bottomless common, and by so doing really kept the page
clear. On the clearness therefore what she did retain stood
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: that chugged or purred about him.
Gad! If he could but be behind the wheel of such a car
for an hour! The frontier could not be over fifty miles to
the south, of that he was quite positive; and what would
fifty miles be to one of those machines?
Barney sighed as a great, gray-painted car whizzed into
the courtyard and pulled up before the doorway. Two offi-
cers jumped out and ran up the steps. The driver, a young
man in a uniform not unlike that which Barney wore, drew
the car around to the end of the courtyard close beside
Barney's shed. Here he left it and entered the building into
The Mad King |
