| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: then at Exeter College, where he had become a friend of Sir Philip
Sidney's, and many another young man of rank and promise; and next,
in the summer of 1572, on his way to the University of Heidelberg,
he had gone to Paris, with (luckily for him) letters of
recommendation to Walsingham, at the English Embassy: by which
letters he not only fell in a second time with Philip Sidney, but
saved his own life (as Sidney did his) in the Massacre of St.
Bartholomew's Day. At Heidelberg he had stayed two years, winning
fresh honor from all who knew him, and resisting all Sidney's
entreaties to follow him into Italy. For, scorning to be a burden
to his parents, he had become at Heidelberg tutor to two young
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: of men who had gone before. Once, they came upon a path blazed
through the forest, an ancient path, and the Lost Cabin seemed
very near. But the path began nowhere and ended nowhere, and it
remained mystery, as the man who made it and the reason he made it
remained mystery. Another time they chanced upon the time-graven
wreckage of a hunting lodge, and amid the shreds of rotted
blankets John Thornton found a long-barrelled flint-lock. He knew
it for a Hudson Bay Company gun of the young days in the
Northwest, when such a gun was worth its height in beaver skins
packed flat, And that was all--no hint as to the man who in an
early day had reared the lodge and left the gun among the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: So they melted all their gold without making money enough to buy
more, and were at last reduced to one large drinking mug, which an
uncle of his had given to little Gluck, and which he was very fond
of and would not have parted with for the world, though he never
drank anything out of it but milk and water. The mug was a very odd
mug to look at. The handle was formed of two wreaths of flowing
golden hair, so finely spun that it looked more like silk than
metal, and these wreaths descended into and mixed with a beard and
whiskers of the same exquisite workmanship, which surrounded and
decorated a very fierce little face, of the reddest gold imaginable,
right in the front of the mug, with a pair of eyes in it which
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