| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: V
THE LITTLE FRIENDSHIP-FIRE
There are times and seasons when the angler has no need of any of
the three fires of which we have been talking. He sleeps in a
house. His breakfast and dinner are cooked for him in a kitchen.
He is in no great danger from black-flies or mosquitoes. All he
needs now, as he sets out to spend a day on the Neversink, or the
Willowemoc, or the Shepaug, or the Swiftwater, is a good lunch in
his pocket, and a little friendship-fire to burn pleasantly beside
him while he eats his frugal fare and prolongs his noonday rest.
This form of fire does less work than any other in the world. Yet
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: and told them when we come, and how we left the folks
at home, and how long we was going to stay, and all that,
but none of them said a word about that thing; which was
just astonishing, and no mistake. Tom said he believed
if we went to the sycamores we would find that body laying
there solitary and alone, and not a soul around. Said he
believed the men chased the thieves so far into the woods
that the thieves prob'ly seen a good chance and turned
on them at last, and maybe they all killed each other,
and so there wasn't anybody left to tell.
First we knowed, gabbling along that away, we was right at
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: "Should I be likely to have our portraits painted by an artist who
wasn't decorated?" returned the former bottle-dealer.
Elie Magus here bowed to the Vervelle family and went away. Grassou
accompanied him to the landing.
"There's no one but you who would fish up such whales."
"One hundred thousand francs of 'dot'!"
"Yes, but what a family!"
"Three hundred thousand francs of expectations, a house in the rue
Boucherat, and a country-house at Ville d'Avray!"
"Bottles and corks! bottles and corks!" said the painter; "they set my
teeth on edge."
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