| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: Only Barbizon, since the death of Millet, was a headless
commonwealth. Even its secondary lights, and those who in my day
made the stranger welcome, have since deserted it. The good
Lachevre has departed, carrying his household gods; and long before
that Gaston Lafenestre was taken from our midst by an untimely
death. He died before he had deserved success; it may be, he would
never have deserved it; but his kind, comely, modest countenance
still haunts the memory of all who knew him. Another - whom I will
not name - has moved farther on, pursuing the strange Odyssey of
his decadence. His days of royal favour had departed even then;
but he still retained, in his narrower life at Barbizon, a certain
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass; 980
Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd.
O hard-believing love! how strange it seems 985
Not to believe, and yet too credulous;
Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
Despair and hope make thee ridiculous: 988
The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: could not keep up. I did not believe they had whacked fair, else
would the Indian have kept up. But I could give them no grub.
They strove to steal a dog--the fattest, which was very thin--but
I shoved my pistol in their faces and told them begone. And they
went away, like drunken men, through the Silence toward Pelly.
"I had three dogs now, and one sled, and the dogs were only bones
and hair. When there is little wood, the fire burns low and the
cabin grows cold. So with us. With little grub the frost bites
sharp, and our faces were black and frozen till our own mothers
would not have known us. And our feet were very sore. In the
morning, when I hit the trail, I sweated to keep down the cry when
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