| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: blue eyes, as tiny seals must be, but there was something about
his coat that made his mother look at him very closely.
"Sea Catch," she said, at last, "our baby's going to be
white!"
"Empty clam-shells and dry seaweed!" snorted Sea Catch.
"There never has been such a thing in the world as a white seal."
"I can't help that," said Matkah; "there's going to be now."
And she sang the low, crooning seal song that all the mother seals
sing to their babies:
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old,
Or your head will be sunk by your heels;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: answered Horn, turning to Muller again. "It's stranger still how
Fellner could have been shot, for the window-shutters were fastened
and quite uninjured, and both doors were locked on the inside."
As he said these words, Horn looked sharply at his subordinate; but
Muller's calm face did not give the slightest clue to his thoughts.
The experienced police commissioner was pleased and yet slightly
angered at this behaviour on the part of the detective. He knew
that it was quite possible that Muller had already formed a clear
opinion about the case, and that he was merely keeping it to himself.
And yet he was glad to see that the little detective had apparently
learned a lesson from his recent mistake concerning the death of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: not only the earth of life outside but its unsuspected soul.
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Like Machiavelli at San Casciano, if I may take this analogy one
step further, I too am an exile. Office and leading are closed to
me. The political career that promised so much for me is shattered
and ended for ever.
I look out from this vine-wreathed veranda under the branches of a
stone pine; I see wide and far across a purple valley whose sides
are terraced and set with houses of pine and ivory, the Gulf of
Liguria gleaming sapphire blue, and cloud-like baseless mountains
hanging in the sky, and I think of lank and coaly steamships heaving
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