| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: right down an' hangin' on like a lean-jowled dog to a bone. Why,
hell's fire, the big men they ain't in it!"
"By gar!" broke in Louis Savoy, "dat is no, vot you call, josh! I
know one mans, so vaire beeg like ze buffalo. Wit him, on ze
Sulphur Creek stampede, go one small mans, Lon McFane. You know
dat Lon McFane, dat leetle Irisher wit ze red hair and ze grin.
An' dey walk an' walk an' walk, all ze day long an' ze night long.
And beeg mans, him become vaire tired, an' lay down mooch in ze
snow. And leetle mans keek beeg mans, an' him cry like, vot you
call--ah! vot you call ze kid. And leetle mans keek an' keek an'
keek, an' bime by, long time, long way, keek beeg mans into my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: which Paris scratches the surface of the provincial towns. This
process marks the transition of the ex-shopkeeper into the substantial
bourgeois, but it acts like an illness upon him. No retail shopkeeper
can pass with impunity from his perpetual chatter into dead silence,
from his Parisian activity to the stillness of provincial life. When
these worthy persons have laid by property they spend a portion of it
on some desire over which they have long brooded and into which they
now turn their remaining impulses, no longer restrained by force of
will. Those who have not been nursing a fixed idea either travel or
rush into the political interests of their municipality. Others take
to hunting or fishing and torment their farmers or tenants; others
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: tell us the rest of your theories."
It was some minutes, however, before the detective had collected
sufficient breath to answer intelligently.
"I size it up this way," he began with a resentful glance at Kent
who had dropped back in his chair again. "Rochester knew his
friend had heart disease and that his sudden death would be
attributed to it - so he took a sporting chance and administered
a fatal dose of aconitine."
"How was it done?" asked Clymer.
"Just slipped the poison into the glass of water he handed to
Turnbull in the court room," explained Ferguson, and glanced in
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