| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: anything. Winter was on, stiff and crisp, and I was back to
Juneau, when the word came. 'Come,' the beggar says who brought
the news. 'Killisnoo say, "Come now."' 'What's the row?' I asks.
'Chief George,' says he. 'Potlach. Killisnoo, makum klooch.'
"Ay, it was bitter--the Taku howling down out of the north, the
salt water freezing quick as it struck the deck, and the old sloop
and I hammering into the teeth of it for a hundred miles to Dyea.
Had a Douglass Islander for crew when I started, but midway up he
was washed over from the bows. Jibed all over and crossed the
course three times, but never a sign of him."
"Doubled up with the cold most likely," Dick suggested, putting a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte by Karl Marx: period.
Before we close this period, we must look back upon the two powers, one
of destroys the other on December 2, 1851, while, from December 20,
1848, down to the departure of the constitutional assembly, they live
marital relations. We mean Louis Bonaparte, on the-one hand, on the
other, the party of the allied royalists; of Order, and of the large
bourgeoisie.
At the inauguration of his presidency, Bonaparte forthwith framed a
ministry out of the party of Order, at whose head he placed Odillon
Barrot, be it noted, the old leader of the liberal wing of the
parliamentary bourgeoisie. Mr. Barrot had finally hunted down a seat in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato: But why then are they so terribly anxious to prevent you from being happy,
and doing as you like?--keeping you all day long in subjection to another,
and, in a word, doing nothing which you desire; so that you have no good,
as would appear, out of their great possessions, which are under the
control of anybody rather than of you, and have no use of your own fair
person, which is tended and taken care of by another; while you, Lysis, are
master of nobody, and can do nothing?
Why, he said, Socrates, the reason is that I am not of age.
I doubt whether that is the real reason, I said; for I should imagine that
your father Democrates, and your mother, do permit you to do many things
already, and do not wait until you are of age: for example, if they want
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