| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: his workers to redouble their efforts in his precious metals mines
and minted more coins than ever. It wasn't long before the king had
so many storehouses full of treasure that he couldn't even count them.
On many an occasion his majesty would be riding through a city and
see a huge building he didn't recognize, and upon inquiry, discover
that it was yet one more warehouse full of his loot. And let me
tell you, these warehouses were so glutted with gold and jewels and
coins and rich carpets and Old Master paintings and antique vases
that when the king wanted to look inside one, the jewels would flow
out the door like gravel and the coins would spill out like water.
His servants got so tired of replacing the excess that they finally
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: comes when he cannot kill his buck, and then he will be leader no
more. Many of the wolves that looked thee over when thou wast
brought to the Council first are old too, and the young wolves
believe, as Shere Khan has taught them, that a man-cub has no
place with the Pack. In a little time thou wilt be a man."
"And what is a man that he should not run with his brothers?"
said Mowgli. "I was born in the jungle. I have obeyed the Law of
the Jungle, and there is no wolf of ours from whose paws I have
not pulled a thorn. Surely they are my brothers!"
Bagheera stretched himself at full length and half shut his
eyes. "Little Brother," said he, "feel under my jaw."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: started down toward Ward.
"Hol' on you!" commanded the mate. "This here arrangement
don' include you--it's jes' between Skipper Simms an'
his sailors. You're a rank outsider, an' you butts in an' starts
a mutiny. Ef you come back you gotta stand trial fer that--see?"
"You better duck, mister," advised Red Sanders; "they'll
hang you sure."
Divine went white. To face trial before two such men as
Simms and Ward meant death, of that he was positive. To flee
into the forest meant death, almost equally certain, and much
more horrible. The man went to his knees, lifting supplicating
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