| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: everything seemed to drift, not into darkness, but into some region
where he had dim perceptions of gray moving things, and of voices
that were remote. Then there came an interval when all was blank.
He knew not whether it was one of minutes or hours, but after it
he had a clearer mind. He slept, awakened during night-time, and
slept again. When he again unclosed his eyes the room was sunny,
and cool with a fragrant breeze that blew through the open door.
Dick felt better; but he had no particular desire to move or talk
or eat. He had, however, a burning thirst. Mrs. Belding visited
him often; her husband came in several times, and once Nell slipped
in noiselessly. Even this last event aroused no interest in Dick.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: For years we have been fighting these condition in the navy. It
is high time that civilians awakened to the dangers surrounding
them and crusaded against them in a proper manner.
MRS. ARCHIBALD HOPKINS--The play was a powerful presentation of a
very important question and was handled in a most admirable
manner. The drama is a fine entering wedge for this crusade and
is bound to do considerable good in conveying information of a
very serious nature.
MINISTER PEZET, OF PERU--There can be no doubt but that the
performance will have great uplifting power, and accomplish the
good for which it was created. Fortunately, we do not have the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: only one slip from first to last. I have struck out two, and added
five or six; so they now number forty-five; when they are fifty,
they shall out on the world. I have not written a letter for a
cruel time; I have been, and am, so busy, drafting a long story
(for me, I mean), about a hundred CORNHILL pages, or say about as
long as the Donkey book: PRINCE OTTO it is called, and is, at the
present hour, a sore burthen but a hopeful. If I had him all
drafted, I should whistle and sing. But no: then I'll have to
rewrite him; and then there will be the publishers, alas! But some
time or other, I shall whistle and sing, I make no doubt.
I am going to make a fortune, it has not yet begun, for I am not
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