| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: It was a monotonous life, operating with machine-like regularity.
One day was very like another. At a certain time each morning the
cooks turned out, fires were built, and breakfast was eaten.
Then, while some broke camp, others harnessed the dogs, and they
were under way an hour or so before the darkness fell which gave
warning of dawn. At night, camp was made. Some pitched the
flies, others cut firewood and pine boughs for the beds, and still
others carried water or ice for the cooks. Also, the dogs were
fed. To them, this was the one feature of the day, though it was
good to loaf around, after the fish was eaten, for an hour or so
with the other dogs, of which there were fivescore and odd. There
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: knew when to whine when it suited his purpose; and like Peace,
though not with the same intensity, he could be an uncomfortably
persistent lover, when the fit was on him. Both men were cynics
in their way and viewed their fellow-men with a measure of
contempt. But here parallel ends. Butler was an
intellectual, inferior as a craftsman to Peace, the essentially
practical, unread, naturally gifted artist. Butler was a man of
books. He had been schoolmaster, journalist. He had studied the
lives of great men, and as a criminal, had devoted especial
attention to those of Frederick the Great and Napoleon. Butler's
defence in the Dunedin murder trial was a feat of skill quite
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: small portrait of a gentleman. At a distance and without their
glasses his eyes were only so caught by it as to feel a vague
curiosity. Presently this impulse carried him nearer, and in
another moment he was staring at the picture in stupefaction and
with the sense that some sound had broken from him. He was further
conscious that he showed his companion a white face when he turned
round on her gasping: "Acton Hague!"
She matched his great wonder. "Did you know him?"
"He was the friend of all my youth - of my early manhood. And YOU
knew him?"
She coloured at this and for a moment her answer failed; her eyes
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