| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: little cheap mirrors, and red cloth for the edging of deerskin
dress-jackets. Kadlu traded the rich, creamy, twisted narwhal
horn and musk-ox teeth (these are just as valuable as pearls) to
the Southern Inuit, and they, in turn, traded with the whalers
and the missionary-posts of Exeter and Cumberland Sounds; and so
the chain went on, till a kettle picked up by a ship's cook in
the Bhendy Bazaar might end its days over a blubber-lamp
somewhere on the cool side of the Arctic Circle.
Kadlu, being a good hunter, was rich in iron harpoons, snow-
knives, bird-darts, and all the other things that make life easy
up there in the great cold; and he was the head of his tribe,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: serious operation just as modern stockjobbers form a
syndicate for an important loan. Nor were they at all
particular to any branch of misdoing. They did not
scrupulously confine themselves to a single sort of theft, as
I hear is common among modern thieves. They were ready for
anything, from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter. Montigny, for
instance, had neglected neither of these extremes, and we
find him accused of cheating at games of hazard on the one
hand, and on the other of the murder of one Thevenin Pensete
in a house by the Cemetery of St. John. If time had only
spared us some particulars, might not this last have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: "Do you seek my hand?" said the scissors; for she was angry; and without more
ado, she CUT HIM, and then he was condemned.
"I shall now be obliged to ask the hair-comb. It is surprising how well you
preserve your teeth, Miss," said the collar. "Have you never thought of being
betrothed?"
"Yes, of course! you may be sure of that," said the hair-comb. "I AM
betrothed--to the boot-jack!"
"Betrothed!" exclaimed the collar. Now there was no other to court, and so he
despised it.
A long time passed away, then the collar came into the rag chest at the paper
mill; there was a large company of rags, the fine by themselves, and the
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