| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: robbed me of every chance of happiness at any time and in any place,
then I die easily, beloved, for there is little charm in such a
life as would be mine after this.
But I do not wish to die quite in vain. There are two men who have
touched my life, who need the lesson my death can teach them. These
men are Albert Graumann and the prosecuting attorney Gustav Schmidt,
the man who once condemned me so cruelly. His present position
would make him the representative of the state in a murder trial,
and I know his opinions too well not to foresee that he would declare
Graumann guilty because of the circumstantial evidence which will be
against him. My letter, given to the Presiding Judge after the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: and the postmaster says she never got any. She was hurt in front
of the post office. The talk around here is that she's been off
her head for the last year or two."
"But they found the cabin."
"Sure they did," said the conductor equably. "The cabin was no
secret. It was an old fire station before they put the new one on
Goat Mountain. I spent a month in it myself, once, with a dude who
wanted to take pictures of bear. We found a bear, but it charged
the camera and I'd be running yet if I hadn't come to civilization."
When he had gone Bassett fell into deep thought. So Maggie
Donaldson had gone to the post office for ten years. He tried to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: wonder of my situation kept me wide awake, my eyes on the dim huge pines
and the glimmer of stars, and my ears open to the rush and roar of the
wind, every sense alert. Hours must have passed as I lay there living over
the things that had happened and trying to think out what was to come. At
last, however, I rolled over on my side, and with my hand on the rifle and
my cheek close to the sweet-smelling pine-needles I dropped asleep.
When I awoke the forest was bright and sunny.
"You'll make a fine forester," I said aloud, in disgust at my tardiness.
Then began the stern business of the day. While getting breakfast I turned
over in my mind the proper thing for me to do. Evidently I must pack and
find the trail. The pony had wandered off into the woods, but was easily
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