|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London:
bend after bend, but he could not gain. He lay down low to the
race, whining eagerly, his splendid body flashing forward, leap by
leap, in the wan white moonlight. And leap by leap, like some
pale frost wraith, the snowshoe rabbit flashed on ahead.
All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives
men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill
things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the
joy to kill--all this was Buck's, only it was infinitely more
intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the
wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and
wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe:
you can turn from them; while looking another way you are called
off by a vast collection of busts and pieces of the greatest
antiquity of the kind, both Greek and Romans; among these there is
one of the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius in basso-relievo. I never
saw anything like what appears here, except in the chamber of
rarities at Munich in Bavaria.
Passing these, you come into several large rooms, as if contrived
for the reception of the beautiful guests that take them up; one of
these is near seventy feet long, and the ceiling twenty-six feet
high, with another adjoining of the same height and breadth, but
not so long. Those together might be called the Great Gallery of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
"Never, sir," answered Yeo.
"To St. Jago be it," said Amyas, "if we can get there; but--God
And he looked round sadly enough; while no one needed that he
should finish his sentence, or explain his "but."
The foremast was gone, the main-yard sprung, the rigging hanging in
elf-locks, the hull shot through and through in twenty places, the
deck strewn with the bodies of nine good men, beside sixteen
wounded down below; while the pitiless sun, right above their
heads, poured down a flood of fire upon a sea of glass.