| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: there a climate to compare with that of this region. Maybe I am
as wrong as Ingersoll was. Nevertheless I take my medicine by
continuing to live in this climate. Also, it is the only medicine
I ever take.
But to return to the horses. There is some improvement. Milda
has actually learned to walk. Maid has proved her
thoroughbredness by never tiring on the longest days, and, while
being the strongest and highest spirited of all, by never causing
any trouble save for an occasional kick at the Outlaw. And the
Outlaw rarely gallops, no longer butts, only periodically kicks,
comes in to the pole and does her work without attempting to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac: heart--a huckster still.
At midnight he returns--a man, the good husband, the tender father; he
slips into the conjugal bed, his imagination still afire with the
illusive forms of the operatic nymphs, and so turns to the profit of
conjugal love the world's depravities, the voluptuous curves of
Taglioni's leg. And finally, if he sleeps, he sleeps apace, and
hurries through his slumber as he does his life.
This man sums up all things--history, literature, politics,
government, religion, military science. Is he not a living
encyclopaedia, a grotesque Atlas; ceaselessly in motion, like Paris
itself, and knowing not repose? He is all legs. No physiognomy could
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: creeper that hung from dark green bushes, and through the velvety grass
little streams ran purling down into the sea.
He sat on a high square rock among the bushes, and Lyndall sat by him and
sang to him. She was only a small child, with a blue pinafore, and a
grave, grave, little face. He was looking up at the mountains, then
suddenly when he looked round she was gone. He slipped down from his rock,
and went to look for her, but he found only her little footmarks; he found
them on the bright green grass, and in the moist sand, and there where the
little streams ran purling down into the sea. In and out, in and out, and
among the bushes where the honey-creeper hung, he went looking for her. At
last, far off, in the sunshine, he saw her gathering shells upon the sand.
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