| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: Sandy declaimed iambic pentameters to his sled-dogs whenever they
waxed mutinous. And of the long evenings they played cribbage and
talked and disagreed about the universe, the while Jees Uck rocked
matronly in an easy-chair and darned their moccasins and socks.
Spring came. The sun shot up out of the south. The land exchanged
its austere robes for the garb of a smiling wanton. Everywhere
light laughed and life invited. The days stretched out their balmy
length and the nights passed from blinks of darkness to no darkness
at all. The river bared its bosom, and snorting steamboats
challenged the wilderness. There were stir and bustle, new faces,
and fresh facts. An assistant arrived at Twenty Mile, and Sandy
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: Council, Vice-President of the State Council, and prospective
Chancellor of the Realm, in the event of the death of the noble old
man who held that august office. It was Monsieur de Serizy's
misfortune to adore his wife "through fire and water," and he always
shielded her with his protection. Now the public prosecutor fully
understood the terrible fuss that would be made in the world and at
court if a crime should be proved against a man whose name had been so
often and so malignantly linked with that of the Countess.
"Ah!" he sighed, folding his arms, "formerly the supreme authority
could take refuge in an appeal. Nowadays our mania for equality"--he
dared not say FOR LEGALITY, as a poetic orator in the Chamber
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: was cruelly overpowered, and those who remained alive
after the fierce fight for the guns came galloping back over the same ground.
Some of the horses had been so badly wounded that they could scarcely move
from the loss of blood; other noble creatures were trying on three legs
to drag themselves along, and others were struggling to rise
on their fore feet, when their hind legs had been shattered by shot.
After the battle the wounded men were brought in and the dead were buried."
"And what about the wounded horses?" I said; "were they left to die?"
"No, the army farriers went over the field with their pistols
and shot all that were ruined; some that had only slight wounds
were brought back and attended to, but the greater part of the noble,
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