| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: half-an-hour's trouble, the flames got a hold, and began to spread out
like a fan, whereupon I went round to the further side of the pan to
wait for the lions, standing well out in the open, as we stood at the
copse to-day where you shot the woodcock. It was a rather risky thing
to do, but I used to be so sure of my shooting in those days that I did
not so much mind the risk. Scarcely had I got round when I heard the
reeds parting before the onward rush of some animal. 'Now for it,' said
I. On it came. I could see that it was yellow, and prepared for
action, when instead of a lion out bounded a beautiful reit bok which
had been lying in the shelter of the pan. It must, by the way, have
been a reit bok of a peculiarly confiding nature to lay itself down with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: "I must attend the wounded man," he said. "The leech leaves not
his patient more than the champion the lists, even if he be
summoned to a bower like those of Paradise. And further, royal
Richard, know that the blood of the East flows not so temperately
in the presence of beauty as that of your land. What saith the
Book itself?--Her eye is as the edge of the sword of the Prophet,
who shall look upon it? He that would not be burnt avoideth to
tread on hot embers--wise men spread not the flax before a
bickering torch. He, saith the sage, who hath forfeited a
treasure, doth not wisely to turn back his head to gaze at it."
Richard, it may be believed, respected the motives of delicacy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: and vigilant, the pair of them, ears twitching and moving and
nostrils quivering, for the man heard and smelled as keenly as
Buck. The hairy man could spring up into the trees and travel
ahead as fast as on the ground, swinging by the arms from limb to
limb, sometimes a dozen feet apart, letting go and catching, never
falling, never missing his grip. In fact, he seemed as much at
home among the trees as on the ground; and Buck had memories of
nights of vigil spent beneath trees wherein the hairy man roosted,
holding on tightly as he slept.
And closely akin to the visions of the hairy man was the call
still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a
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