| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: than a few hours at most to break the jam. The breast of it went
out with a rush. More slowly the wings sucked in. Reluctantly the
mass floating on the surface for miles up stream stirred, silently
moved forward. For a few minutes it was necessary to watch
carefully until the flow onward steadied itself, until the
congestion had spaced and ordered as before. Then the men moved
back to their posts; the drive was resumed. At night the river was
necessarily left to its own devices. Rivermen, with the touch of
superstition inseparably connected with such affairs, believe
implicitly that "logs run free at night." Certainly, though it
might be expected that each morning would reveal a big jam to break,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: Eastern despotism (and it is well we have not) to destroy an old
Babylon, as that mighty genius Nabuchonosor did, and build a few
miles off a new Babylon, one-half the area of which was park and
garden, fountain and water-course--a diviner work of art, to my
mind, than the finest picture or statue which the world ever saw.
We have not either (and it is well for us that we have not) a
model republic occupying a new uncleared land. We cannot, as they
do in America, plan out a vast city on some delicious and healthy
site amid the virgin forest, with streets one hundred feet in
breadth, squares and boulevards already planted by God's hand with
majestic trees; and then leave the great design to be hewn out of
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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: for whiskey and women?"
"The very chap. Went trading with him for a couple of seasons--
hooch, and blankets, and such stuff. Then got a sloop of my own,
and not to cut him out, came down Juneau way. That's where I met
Killisnoo; I called her Tilly for short. Met her at a squaw dance
down on the beach. Chief George had finished the year's trade
with the Sticks over the Passes, and was down from Dyea with half
his tribe. No end of Siwashes at the dance, and I the only white.
No one knew me, barring a few of the bucks I'd met over Sitka way,
but I'd got most of their histories from Happy Jack.
"Everybody talking Chinook, not guessing that I could spit it
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