| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: for men.' And the bucks and squaws standing around began to grin
and giggle and repeat what had been said. 'Quite a pretty boy,'
says the first one. I'll not deny I was rather smooth-faced and
youngish, but I'd been a man amongst men many's the day, and it
rankled me. 'Dancing with Chief George's girl,' pipes the second.
'First thing George'll give him the flat of a paddle and send him
about his business.' Chief George had been looking pretty black
up to now, but at this he laughed and slapped his knees. He was a
husky beggar and would have used the paddle too.
"'Who's the girls?' I asked Tilly, as we went ripping down the
centre in a reel. And as soon as she told me their names I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: setting for the spirit.
The loveliest woman gave us a talk on interior
decoration the other night -- she wears these slinky,
Greek things, you know, with straw sandals, when
the weather permits -- and I engaged her to do the
house over.
But right away a problem presented itself --
whether to have the house done to fit my personality
or whether to have the house done to fit the thing
I want my personality to evolve into, and trust the
environment to help in the evolution.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead: 1072
Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire!
So shall I die by drops of hot desire.
'Alas! poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!
What face remains alive that's worth the viewing?
Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast
Of things long since, or anything ensuing? 1078
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
But true-sweet beauty liv'd and died with him.
'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear! 1081
Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
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