| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: an umbrella. Walk of a purser's mate. Walk of an Australian
colonist revisiting the scenes of childhood. Walk of Sepoy
colonel, ditto, ditto. And in the midst of the Sepoy colonel
(which was an excellent assumption, although inconsistent with
the style of his make-up), his eye lighted on the piano. This
instrument was made to lock both at the top and at the keyboard,
but the key of the latter had been mislaid. Michael opened it and
ran his fingers over the dumb keys. 'Fine instrument--full, rich
tone,' he observed, and he drew in a seat.
When Mr Pitman returned to the studio, he was appalled to observe
his guide, philosopher, and friend performing miracles of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eryxias by Platonic Imitator: compel to admit that riches are bad for some men. But surely, if they were
a good, they could not appear bad for any one?
Here I interposed and said to them: If you two were having an argument
about equitation and what was the best way of riding, supposing that I knew
the art myself, I should try to bring you to an agreement. For I should be
ashamed if I were present and did not do what I could to prevent your
difference. And I should do the same if you were quarrelling about any
other art and were likely, unless you agreed on the point in dispute, to
part as enemies instead of as friends. But now, when we are contending
about a thing of which the usefulness continues during the whole of life,
and it makes an enormous difference whether we are to regard it as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: calamity. Several times during the night he sprang to his feet
when the shed door rattled open, expecting to see the Judge, or
the boys at least. But each time it was the bulging face of the
saloon-keeper that peered in at him by the sickly light of a
tallow candle. And each time the joyful bark that trembled in
Buck's throat was twisted into a savage growl.
But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in the morning four men
entered and picked up the crate. More tormentors, Buck decided,
for they were evil-looking creatures, ragged and unkempt; and he
stormed and raged at them through the bars. They only laughed and
poked sticks at him, which he promptly assailed with his teeth
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