| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: proportions; also, there were official orders. Fresh batches of
Hudson Bay dogs were to take the places of those worthless for the
trail. The worthless ones were to be got rid of, and, since dogs
count for little against dollars, they were to be sold.
Three days passed, by which time Buck and his mates found how
really tired and weak they were. Then, on the morning of the
fourth day, two men from the States came along and bought them,
harness and all, for a song. The men addressed each other as
"Hal" and "Charles." Charles was a middle-aged, lightish-colored
man, with weak and watery eyes and a mustache that twisted
fiercely and vigorously up, giving the lie to the limply drooping
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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: each syllable that fell from your lips, was a promise. And then--
how shall I say?--there came a man. He was old--old enough to
have begotten you--and not nice to look upon, but as the world
goes, clean. He had done no wrong, followed the letter of the
law, was respectable. Further, and to the point, he possessed
some several paltry mines,--a score; it does not matter: and he
owned a few miles of lands, and engineered deals, and clipped
coupons. He--"
"But there were other things," she interrupted, "I told you.
Pressure--money matters--want--my people--trouble. You understood
the whole sordid situation. I could not help it. It was not my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Works of Samuel Johnson by Samuel Johnson: or science, by mental or corporal diligence, comes
at last when we cannot communicate, and therefore
cannot enjoy it.
Thus every period of life is obliged to borrow its
happiness from the time to come. In youth we have
nothing past to entertain us, and in age, we derive
little from retrospect but hopeless sorrow. Yet the
future likewise has its limits, which the imagination
dreads to approach, but which we see to be not far
distant. The loss of our friends and companions
impresses hourly upon us the necessity of our own
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