| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: came into the heart of Umslopogaas, that he, too, was a wolf. They
rushed madly, yet his feet were swift as the swiftest; no wolf could
outstrip him, and in him was but one desire--the desire of prey. Now
they neared the borders of the forest, and Galazi shouted. He shouted
to Greysnout and to Blackfang, to Blood and to Deathgrip, and these
four leaped forward from the pack, running so swiftly that their
bellies seemed to touch the ground. They passed about the bull,
turning him from the forest and setting his head up the slope of the
mountain. Then the chase wheeled, the bull leaped and bounded up the
mountain side, and on one flank lay Greysnout and Deathgrip and on the
other lay Blood and Blackfang, while behind came the Wolf-Brethren,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Boys' Life of Abraham Lincoln by Helen Nicolay: speeches, carefully prepared and written out beforehand. He was
neither elated nor dismayed at the result. "As to speech-making,"
he wrote William H. Herndon, who had now become his law partner,
"I find speaking here and elsewhere about the same thing. I was
about as badly scared, and no worse, as I am when I speak in
court."
The next year he made no set speeches, but in addition to the
usual work of a congressman occupied himself with a bill that had
for its object the purchase and freeing of all slaves in the
District of Columbia. Slavery was not only lawful at the national
capital at that time: there was, to quote Mr. Lincoln's own
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: He saw her as he had seen her the evening before, light and
cool, coming towards him in the moonlight from the hotel. But
also in the inconsistent way of dreams he was very close to
her kind, faintly smiling face, and his eyes were wet with
tears and he was kissing her hand. "My dear wife and mate,"
he was saying, and suddenly he was kissing her cool lips.
He woke up and stared at his dream, which faded out only very
slowly before the fresh sun rise upon the red tiles and tree
boughs outside the open window, and before the first stir and
clamour of the birds.
He felt like a court in which some overwhelmingly
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