| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: Days of April, airs of Eden,
Call to mind how bright the vanished angel hours,
Golden hours of evening,
When our boat drew homeward filled with flowers.
O darling, call them to mind; love the past, my love.
Days of April, airs of Eden.
How the glory died through golden hours,
And the shining moon arising;
How the boat drew homeward filled with flowers.
Age and winter close us slowly in.
Level river, cloudless heaven,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: [*A Wind River Bible in the Northwest ranch country is a
catalogue of one of the big Chicago department stores that does a
large shipping business in the West.]
"Ain't a word of truth in it," indignantly denied the assailed,
his unfinished nose and chin giving him a pathetic, whipped puppy
look. "Sho! I was just looking up saddles. Can't a fellow buy a
new saddle without asking leave of Denver?"
"Cyarpets used to begin with a C in my spelling-book, but saddles
got off right foot fust with a S," suggested Mac amiably.
"He was ce'tainly trying to tree his saddle among the C's. He was
looking awful loving at a Turkish rug. Reckon he thought it was a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: scope of line, and he turned away to look ahead and to leeward
with a steady gaze. It was then half an hour past midnight and
Shaw, relieved by Wasub, had gone below. Before he went, he said
to Lingard, "I will be off, sir, if you're not going to make more
sail yet." "Not yet for a while," had answered Lingard in a
preoccupied manner; and Shaw departed aggrieved at such a neglect
of making the best of a good breeze.
On the main deck dark-skinned men, whose clothing clung to their
shivering limbs as if they had been overboard, had finished
recoiling the braces, and clearing the gear. The kassab, after
having hung the fore-topsail halyards in the becket, strutted
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