| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: "Jane," he says, "Estelle is going back to New
England, as soon as Margery gets well, and she will
stay there for good."
Jane, she begins to take a little intrust then.
"Did Estelle tell you so?" she asts.
"No," says the perfessor. "Estelle doesn't know
it yet. I'm going to break the news to her in the
morning."
But Jane still hates him. She's making herself
hate him hard. She wouldn't of been a human
woman if she had let herself be coaxed up all to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: Lieutenant Brackenbury Rich had greatly distinguished himself in
one of the lesser Indian hill wars. He it was who took the
chieftain prisoner with his own hand; his gallantry was universally
applauded; and when he came home, prostrated by an ugly sabre cut
and a protracted jungle fever, society was prepared to welcome the
Lieutenant as a celebrity of minor lustre. But his was a character
remarkable for unaffected modesty; adventure was dear to his heart,
but he cared little for adulation; and he waited at foreign
watering-places and in Algiers until the fame of his exploits had
run through its nine days' vitality and begun to be forgotten. He
arrived in London at last, in the early season, with as little
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: no secret of it now, either to myself or to the reader; I was fallen
totally in love. She came between me and the sun. She had grown
suddenly taller, as I say, but with a wholesome growth; she seemed all
health, and lightness, and brave spirits; and I thought she walked like
a young deer, and stood like a birch upon the mountains. It was enough
for me to sit near by her on the deck; and I declare I scarce spent two
thoughts upon the future, and was so well content with what I then
enjoyed that I was never at the pains to imagine any further step;
unless perhaps that I would be sometimes tempted to take her hand in
mine and hold it there. But I was too like a miser of what joys I had,
and would venture nothing on a hazard.
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