| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: between us. I believe He waits to work His will through my own
right arm. And such is my belief, that we will take equal chance
and let Him speak His own judgment."
Fortune's heart leaped at the words. He did not know much
concerning Uri's God, but he believed in Chance, and Chance had
been coming his way ever since the night he ran down the beach and
across the snow. "But there is only one gun," he objected.
"We will fire turn about," Uri replied, at the same time throwing
out the cylinder of the other man's Colt and examining it.
"And the cards to decide! One hand of seven up!"
Fortune's blood was warming to the game, and he drew the deck from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Euthydemus by Plato: Dionysodorus, because Dionysodorus is present with you?
God forbid, I replied.
But how, he said, by reason of one thing being present with another, will
one thing be another?
Is that your difficulty? I said. For I was beginning to imitate their
skill, on which my heart was set.
Of course, he replied, I and all the world are in a difficulty about the
non-existent.
What do you mean, Dionysodorus? I said. Is not the honourable honourable
and the base base?
That, he said, is as I please.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: the memory of the hour I came down that glen a bridegroom would be
less sweet than the anticipation that I was soon, in a few months,
or, possibly, weeks, to be carried up, and laid in its lonely
hollow! Ellen, I've been very happy with my little Cathy: through
winter nights and summer days she was a living hope at my side.
But I've been as happy musing by myself among those stones, under
that old church: lying, through the long June evenings, on the
green mound of her mother's grave, and wishing - yearning for the
time when I might lie beneath it. What can I do for Cathy? How
must I quit her? I'd not care one moment for Linton being
Heathcliff's son; nor for his taking her from me, if he could
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