| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: upon the trail. The lead-dog fouled his snowshoes and tripped him
up, and the nine succeeding dogs trod him under foot and the sled
bumped over him. But he was quick to his feet, and the night
might have turned out differently had not Sipsu struck backward
with the long dog-whip and smitten him a blinding blow across the
eyes. Hitchcock, hurrying to overtake her, collided against him
as he swayed with pain in the middle of the trail. Thus it was,
when this primitive theologian got back to the chief's lodge, that
his wisdom had been increased in so far as concerns the efficacy
of the white man's fist. So, when he orated then and there in the
council, he was wroth against all white men.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: "How many in his gang now?"
"I reckon there's short of a hundred now. The number varies.
Then Bland has several small camps up an' down the river. Also
he has men back on the cattle-ranges."
"How does he control such a big force?" asked Duane.
"Especially when his band's composed of bad men. Luke Stevens
said he had no use for Bland. And I heard once somewhere that
Bland was a devil."
"Thet's it. He is a devil. He's as hard as flint, violent in
temper, never made any friends except his right-hand men, Dave
Rugg an' Chess Alloway. Bland'll shoot at a wink. He's killed a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: eyebrows were scarcely traced along the projecting arches where they
belonged. Imagine such a head upon a lean and feeble body, surround it
with lace of dazzling whiteness worked in meshes like a fish-slice,
festoon the black velvet doublet of the old man with a heavy gold
chain, and you will have a faint idea of the exterior of this strange
individual, to whose appearance the dusky light of the landing lent
fantastic coloring. You might have thought that a canvas of Rembrandt
without its frame had walked silently up the stairway, bringing with
it the dark atmosphere which was the sign-manual of the great master.
The old man cast a look upon the youth which was full of sagacity;
then he rapped three times upon the door, and said, when it was opened
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