| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain: be done; then he give the book to the king and told
him to get his part by heart.
There was a little one-horse town about three mile
down the bend, and after dinner the duke said he had
ciphered out his idea about how to run in daylight
without it being dangersome for Jim; so he allowed
he would go down to the town and fix that thing.
The king allowed he would go, too, and see if he
couldn't strike something. We was out of coffee, so
Jim said I better go along with them in the canoe and
get some.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: like it. Think of it, my dear, both your father and mother here with us
tonight."
Lute shivered. The lassitude was gone, and she was her natural self again,
vibrant with the instinctive fear of things unseen. And it was offensive to
her mind that, real or illusion, the presence or the memorized existences of
her father and mother should he touched by these two persons who were
practically strangers--Mrs. Grantly, unhealthy and morbid, and Mr. Barton,
stolid and stupid with a grossness both of the flesh and the spirit. And it
further seemed a trespass that these strangers should thus enter into the
intimacy between her and Chris.
She could hear the steps of her uncle approaching, and the situation flashed
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: You'll sit down there, with the Southern Cross and the rest of
the infernal astronomical galaxy looking down on you, and the
Indians chanting in the village, and you will think I have grown
sentimental. I have not. You and I down there have been looking
at the world through the reverse end of the glass. It's a bully
old world, Hal, and this is God's part of it.
Burn this letter after you read it; I suspect it is covered with
germs. Well, happy days, old man.
Yours, Tom
P.S. By the way, can't you spare some of the Indian pottery you
picked up at Callao? I told Mrs. Wilson about it, and she was
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