| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Ah," says Silver. "Then how about this sequel of yours? Are you
to be Cap'n Smollett just the same as ever, and not very popular at
home, says you? And if so, why, it's TREASURE ISLAND over again,
by thunder; and I'll be Long John, and Pew'll be Pew, and we'll
have another mutiny, as like as not. Or are you to be somebody
else? And if so, why, what the better are you? and what the worse
am I?"
"Why, look here, my man," returned the Captain, "I can't understand
how this story comes about at all, can I? I can't see how you and
I, who don't exist, should get to speaking here, and smoke our
pipes for all the world like reality? Very well, then, who am I to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: "so don't let that hinder you."
Thornton did not reply. He did not know what to say. He glanced
from face to face in the absent way of a man who has lost the
power of thought and is seeking somewhere to find the thing that
will start it going again. The face of Jim O'Brien, a Mastodon
King and old-time comrade, caught his eyes. It was as a cue to
him, seeming to rouse him to do what he would never have dreamed
of doing.
"Can you lend me a thousand?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"Sure," answered O'Brien, thumping down a plethoric sack by the
side of Matthewson's. "Though it's little faith I'm having, John,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: "Never."
"And you allow me to love you nobly, looking to heaven for the utmost
fulfilment?" he asked.
She gently bent her head. Two large tears rolled down Rodolphe's
cheeks.
"Why! what is the matter?" she cried, abandoning her imperial manner.
"I have now no mother whom I can tell of my happiness; she left this
earth without seeing what would have mitigated her agony--"
"What?" said she.
"Her tenderness replaced by an equal tenderness----"
"/Povero mio/!" exclaimed the Italian, much touched. "Believe me," she
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