| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: weight.
As the attackers came on they paused occasionally
wherever a projection gave them sufficient foothold and
launched arrows and spears at the defenders above
them. During the entire battle both sides hurled taunts
and insults at one another--the human beings naturally
excelling the brutes in the coarseness and vileness of
their vilification and invective.
The "firing-line" of the brute-men wielded no weapon
other than their long fiber nooses. When a foeman came
within range of them a noose would settle unerringly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: It was very cold without, but it was not over-warm within. The
only article which might be designated furniture was the stove,
and for this the men were frank in displaying their preference.
Upon half of the floor pine boughs had been cast; above this were
spread the sleeping-furs, beneath lay the winter's snowfall. The
remainder of the floor was moccasin-packed snow, littered with
pots and pans and the general impedimenta of an Arctic camp. The
stove was red and roaring hot, but only a bare three feet away lay
a block of ice, as sharp-edged and dry as when first quarried from
the creek bottom. The pressure of the outside cold forced the
inner heat upward. Just above the stove, where the pipe
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: reason to know so great a master could have been trusted to
produce.
This picture was for a while all our friend saw: he caught his
breath again and again as it came over him that the woman with whom
he had had for years so fine a point of contact was a woman whom
Acton Hague, of all men in the world, had more or less fashioned.
Such as she sat there to-day she was ineffaceably stamped with him.
Beneficent, blameless as Stransom held her, he couldn't rid himself
of the sense that he had been, as who should say, swindled. She
had imposed upon him hugely, though she had known it as little as
he. All this later past came back to him as a time grotesquely
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