| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: strength, savagery, and cunning. Then he was a masterful dog, and
what made him dangerous was the fact that the club of the man in
the red sweater had knocked all blind pluck and rashness out of
his desire for mastery. He was preeminently cunning, and could
bide his time with a patience that was nothing less than
primitive.
It was inevitable that the clash for leadership should come. Buck
wanted it. He wanted it because it was his nature, because he had
been gripped tight by that nameless, incomprehensible pride of the
trail and trace--that pride which holds dogs in the toil to the
last gasp, which lures them to die joyfully in the harness, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: care was to get something that would soon take fire, but, after a
little search, they found that would be to no purpose; for most of
the houses were low, and thatched with flags and rushes, of which
the country is full; so they presently made some wildfire, as we
call it, by wetting a little powder in the palm of their hands, and
in a quarter of an hour they set the town on fire in four or five
places, and particularly that house where the Indians were not gone
to bed.
As soon as the fire begun to blaze, the poor frightened creatures
began to rush out to save their lives, but met with their fate in
the attempt; and especially at the door, where they drove them
Robinson Crusoe |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: in two colours, an incongruous pink and grey. He had a faint air of
being surprised - which, God knows, he might well be - that life had
gone so ill with him. The shape of his trousers was in itself a
jest, so strangely were they bagged and ravelled about his knees; and
his coat was all bedaubed with clay as tough he had lain in a rain-
dub during the New Year's festivity. I will own I was not sorry to
think he had had a merry New Year, and been young again for an
evening; but I was sorry to see the mark still there. One could not
expect such an old gentleman to be much of a dandy or a great student
of respectability in dress; but there might have been a wife at home,
who had brushed out similar stains after fifty New Years, now become
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