| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: was the name Messua gave him when he first came to the Man-Pack.
"Come, my son," she called, and Mowgli stepped into the light,
and looked full at Messua, the woman who had been good to him,
and whose life he had saved from the Man-Pack so long before.
She was older, and her hair was gray, but her eyes and her voice
had not changed. Woman-like, she expected to find Mowgli where
she had left him, and her eyes travelled upward in a puzzled way
from his chest to his head, that touched the top of the door.
"My son," she stammered; and then, sinking to his feet: "But it
is no longer my son. It is a Godling of the Woods! Ahai!"
As he stood in the red light of the oil-lamp, strong, tall,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: whether by any manner of means it were possible for the citizens of
Athens to be supported solely from the soil of Attica itself, which
was obviously the most equitable solution. For if so, herein lay, as I
believed, the antidote at once to their own poverty and to the feeling
of suspicion with which they are regarded by the rest of Hellas.
[2] Lit. "the cities," i.e. of the alliance, {tas summakhidas}.
I had no sooner begun my investigation than one fact presented itself
clearly to my mind, which is that the country itself is made by nature
to provide the amplest resources. And with a view to establishing the
truth of this initial proposition I will describe the physical
features of Attica.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: drinking. The fact that they wore cartridge belts crossed over
their breasts satisfied that these were the rebels. He had noted
the belts of the Mexicans outside, who were apparently guards. A waiter
brought more drinks to this group at the table, and this caused
the leader to turn so Gale could see his face. It was indeed
the sinister, sneering face of the bandit Rojas. Gale gazed at
the man with curiosity. He was under medium height, and striking
in appearance only because of his dandified dress and evil visage.
He wore a lace scarf, a tight, bright-buttoned jacket, a buckskin
vest embroidered in red, a sash and belt joined by an enormous
silver clasp. Gale saw again the pearl-handled gun swinging at
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