| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: with those collies all one summer, that he had gone down to the
pasture with them after the cows every evening and done his
part in driving them back to the milking-barn, and had done it
intelligently; but Nobs had never done the thing alone, and it
had been a year since he had done it at all. However, the
chances were more in favor of my foozling the long throw than
that Nobs would fall down in his part if I gave him the chance.
Having come to a decision, I had to creep back to Nobs and get
him, and then with him at my heels return to a large bush near
the four horses. Here we could see directly through the bush, and
pointing the animals out to Nobs I whispered: "Fetch 'em, boy!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: indulgent brother had she had one. Love was a thing unknown to
either; but as the youth neared manhood it was inevitable that it
should come to him as it did to every other savage, jungle male.
As Meriem became proficient in their common language the
pleasures of their companionship grew correspondingly, for
now they could converse and aided by the mental powers of
their human heritage they amplified the restricted vocabulary
of the apes until talking was transformed from a task into an
enjoyable pastime. When Korak hunted, Meriem usually accompanied
him, for she had learned the fine art of silence, when silence
was desirable. She could pass through the branches of the great
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: kopje he fell to thinking, and his thoughts shaped themselves into
connected chains.
He wondered first whether his mother would ever get the letter he had
posted the week before, and whether it would be brought to her cottage or
she would go to the post office to fetch it. And then, he fell to thinking
of the little English village where he had been born, and where he had
grown up. He saw his mother's fat white ducklings creep in and out under
the gate, and waddle down to the little pond at the back of the yard; he
saw the school house that he had hated so much as a boy, and from which he
had so often run away to go a-fishing, or a-bird's-nesting. He saw the
prints on the school house wall on which the afternoon sun used to shine
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