| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: Red Bill grunted and loosed his grip, and the twain crawled out
into the open. At the same instant Jan kicked clear of the
sailor, and took to his heels across the snow.
"Hi! you lazy devils! Buck! Bright! Sic'm! Pull 'm down!" sang
out Lawson, lunging through the snow after the fleeing man. Buck
and Bright, followed by the rest of the dogs, outstripped him and
rapidly overhauled the murderer.
There was no reason that these men should do this; no reason for
Jan to run away; no reason for them to attempt to prevent him. On
the one hand stretched the barren snow-land; on the other, the
frozen sea. With neither food nor shelter, he could not run far.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: one of those prickly fellows - sea-urchins, they are called
sometimes; the shell is of a lovely purple, and when opened, there
are rays of yellow adhering to the inside; these I eat, but they
are very fishy.
'We are silent and shy of one another, and soon go out to watch
while turbaned, blue-breeched, barelegged Arabs dig holes for the
land telegraph posts on the following principle: one man takes a
pick and bangs lazily at the hard earth; when a little is loosened,
his mate with a small spade lifts it on one side; and DA CAPO.
They have regular features and look quite in place among the palms.
Our English workmen screw the earthenware insulators on the posts,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: another bend and she was hidden again. Several times we caught glimpses,
and then lost them. We scarcely seemed to gain ground upon them at all.
An old road-mender was standing near a heap of stones, his shovel dropped
and his hands raised. As we came near he made a sign to speak.
Blantyre drew the rein a little. "To the common, to the common, sir;
she has turned off there." I knew this common very well;
it was for the most part very uneven ground, covered with heather
and dark-green furze bushes, with here and there a scrubby old thorn-tree;
there were also open spaces of fine short grass, with ant-hills
and mole-turns everywhere; the worst place I ever knew for a headlong gallop.
We had hardly turned on the common, when we caught sight again
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