| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: puppyhood he had known fear; nor can I blame him. After the girl
I sent Bradley and most of the Allies and then the Germans who
were on deck--von Schoenvorts being still in irons below.
The creatures were approaching perilously close before I dropped
through the hatchway and slammed down the cover. Then I went
into the tower and ordered full speed ahead, hoping to distance
the fearsome things; but it was useless. Not only could any of
them easily outdistance the U-33, but the further upstream we
progressed the greater the number of our besiegers, until fearful
of navigating a strange river at high speed, I gave orders to
reduce and moved slowly and majestically through the plunging,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: North," said Frank; "and now to my business. I have to take this
runaway youth here home to his mother; and if he will not go
quietly, I have orders to carry him across my saddle."
"I hope your nag has a strong back, then," said Amyas; "but I must
go on and see Sir Richard, Frank. It is all very well to jest as
we have been doing, but my mind is made up."
"Stop," said Cary. "You must stay here tonight; first, for good
fellowship's sake; and next, because I want the advice of our
Phoenix here, our oracle, our paragon. There, Mr. Frank, can you
construe that for me? Speak low, though, gentlemen both; there
comes my father; you had better give me the letter again. Well,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: her, not as a man who knew himself to be man and she woman, but as
a man might with a child, and as a man of his make certainly would
if for no other reason than to vary the tedium of a bleak
existence. That was all. But there was a certain chivalric
thrill of warm blood in him, despite his Yankee ancestry and New
England upbringing, and he was so made that the commercial aspect
of life often seemed meaningless and bore contradiction to his
deeper impulses.
So he sat silent, with head bowed forward, an organic force,
greater than himself, as great as his race, at work within him.
Wertz and Hawes looked askance at him from time to time, a faint
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