| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: like a dog, and I remember that his eye-teeth were
large, like fangs, and that they impressed me
tremendously.
His conduct served only the more to infuriate the pigs.
He broke off twigs and small branches and flung them
down upon our enemies. He even hung by one hand,
tantalizingly just beyond reach, and mocked them as
they gnashed their tusks with impotent rage. Not
content with this, he broke off a stout branch, and,
holding on with one hand and foot, jabbed the
infuriated beasts in the sides and whacked them across
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: remembrance of some absurd idea, she would go off into
soft silent paroxysms of laughter until the tears would
stream down her cheeks.
George was fond and proud of his childish little mother.
He had never known any body, he thought, so young or so
transparent. It was easily understood. She had married
at sixteen, and had been left a widow little more than a
year afterward. "And I," he used to think, "was born
with an old head on my shoulders; so we have grown up
together. I suppose the dear soul never had a thought in
her life which she has not told me."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: "What's the good of getting away? I'm an outcast.
Where am I to join on? It's all very well for you, Prendick.
Poor old Moreau! We can't leave him here to have his bones picked.
As it is--And besides, what will become of the decent part of the
Beast Folk?"
"Well," said I, "that will do to-morrow. I've been thinking we might make
that brushwood into a pyre and burn his body--and those other things.
Then what will happen with the Beast Folk?"
"I don't know. I suppose those that were made of beasts of prey will
make silly asses of themselves sooner or later. We can't massacre
the lot--can we? I suppose that's what your humanity would suggest?
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