| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: judgment was required, and quick thinking and quick acting, he
showed himself the superior even of Spitz, of whom Francois had
never seen an equal.
But it was in giving the law and making his mates live up to it,
that Buck excelled. Dave and Sol-leks did not mind the change in
leadership. It was none of their business. Their business was to
toil, and toil mightily, in the traces. So long as that were not
interfered with, they did not care what happened. Billee, the
good-natured, could lead for all they cared, so long as he kept
order. The rest of the team, however, had grown unruly during the
last days of Spitz, and their surprise was great now that Buck
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: already jealous of her.
Quite incapable, in spite of her intelligence, of suspecting such
treachery, the Comtesse Laginska committed the imprudence of going
with her so-called friend to a masked ball at the Opera. About three
in the morning, led away by the excitement of the scene, Clementine,
on whom La Palferine had expended his seductions, consented to accept
a supper, and was about to enter the carriage of her faithless friend.
At this critical moment her arm was grasped by a powerful hand, and
she was taken, in spite of her struggles, to her own carriage, the
door of which stood open, though she did not know it was there.
"He has never left Paris!" she exclaimed to herself as she recognized
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: to me. It seemed to me that I was not merely restoring Cyril
Graham to his proper place in literary history, but rescuing the
honour of Shakespeare himself from the tedious memory of a
commonplace intrigue. I put into the letter all my enthusiasm. I
put into the letter all my faith.
No sooner, in fact, had I sent it off than a curious reaction came
over me. It seemed to me that I had given away my capacity for
belief in the Willie Hughes theory of the Sonnets, that something
had gone out of me, as it were, and that I was perfectly
indifferent to the whole subject. What was it that had happened?
It is difficult to say. Perhaps, by finding perfect expression for
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