| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for
compliment's sake. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but
he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where
he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to
the death. So he backed out of the cave mouth growling, and when
he was clear he shouted:
"Each dog barks in his own yard! We will see what the Pack
will say to this fostering of man-cubs. The cub is mine, and to
my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!"
Mother Wolf threw herself down panting among the cubs, and
Father Wolf said to her gravely:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: embarrassment.
"You durned old hawss-stealing greaser, cayn't you talk English?"
drawled the gipsy, with a grin.
The other's mouth fell open with astonishment He stared at the
slim, dusky young Spaniard for an instant before he fell upon him
and began to pound his body with jovial fists.
"You would, would you, you old pie-eating fraud! Try to fool your
Uncle Mick and make him think you a greaser, would you? I'll
learn yez to play horse with a fullgrown, able-bodied white man."
He punctuated his points with short-arm jolts that Bucky
laughingly parried.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: Venice; let us set out as beggars, we shall come back millionaires. We
will buy back some of my estates, and you shall be my heir! You shall
be Prince of Varese!"
My head was swimming. For me his confidences reached the proportions
of tragedy; at the sight of that white head of his and beyond it the
black water in the trenches of the Bastille lying still as a canal in
Venice, I had no words to answer him. Facino Cane thought, no doubt,
that I judged him, as the rest had done, with a disdainful pity; his
gesture expressed the whole philosophy of despair.
Perhaps his story had taken him back to happy days and to Venice. He
caught up his clarionet and made plaintive music, playing a Venetian
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