| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: rescue among the jarring fragments, was the Kid.
"Why, blime me, if it ain't Montana Kid!" exclaimed one of the men
whom the Kid was just placing upon his feet at the top of the
bank. He wore the scarlet tunic of the Mounted Police and
jocularly raised his right hand in salute.
"Got a warrant for you, Kid," he continued, drawing a bedraggled
paper from his breast pocket, "an' I 'ope as you'll come along
peaceable."
Montana Kid looked at the chaotic river and shrugged his
shoulders, and the policeman, following his glance, smiled.
"Where are the dogs?" his companion asked.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: "What was the matter--but I hope he's all right now--was lumbago,
and rheumatism, and that kind of thing. He's been curing himself,
you know: he's a very learned doctor. Why, he's actually invented
three new diseases, besides a new way of breaking your collar-bone!"
"Is it a nice way?" said Bruno.
"Well, hum, not very," the Warden said, as we entered the Library.
"And here is the Professor. Good morning, Professor! Hope you're quite
rested after your journey!"
A jolly-looking, fat little man, in a flowery dressing-gown, with a
large book under each arm, came trotting in at the other end of the
room, and was going straight across without taking any notice of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: and his heart evil, but because he had to earn his fare. And for a
time the walls of St Stephen's, with its towers and pinnacles,
contemplated in immobility and silence a cab that jingled. It
rolled too, however. But on the bridge there was a commotion.
Stevie suddenly proceeded to get down from the box. There were
shouts on the pavement, people ran forward, the driver pulled up,
whispering curses of indignation and astonishment. Winnie lowered
the window, and put her head out, white as a ghost. In the depths
of the cab, her mother was exclaiming, in tones of anguish: "Is
that boy hurt? Is that boy hurt?"
Stevie was not hurt, he had not even fallen, but excitement as
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