| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: come to hundred-citied Crete.'
And Theseus ground his teeth together, and said, 'Wert thou
not a herald I would kill thee for saying such things of my
father; but I will go to him, and know the truth.' So he
went to his father, and asked him; but he turned away his
head and wept, and said, 'Blood was shed in the land
unjustly, and by blood it is avenged. Break not my heart by
questions; it is enough to endure in silence.'
Then Theseus groaned inwardly, and said, 'I will go myself
with these youths and maidens, and kill Minos upon his royal
throne.'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: A boy trained among men would never have dreamed of skinning a
ten-foot tiger alone, but Mowgli knew better than anyone else how
an animal's skin is fitted on, and how it can be taken off. But
it was hard work, and Mowgli slashed and tore and grunted for an
hour, while the wolves lolled out their tongues, or came forward
and tugged as he ordered them. Presently a hand fell on his
shoulder, and looking up he saw Buldeo with the Tower musket. The
children had told the village about the buffalo stampede, and
Buldeo went out angrily, only too anxious to correct Mowgli for
not taking better care of the herd. The wolves dropped out of
sight as soon as they saw the man coming.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: night. The stars glistened like crystal globes, and trembled as if
they shone through a depth of clear water. Even as I watched, they
began to pale and the sky brightened. Day came suddenly, almost
instantaneously. I turned for another look at the blue
night, and it was gone. Everywhere the birds began to call, and
all manner of little insects began to chirp and hop about in the
willows. A breeze sprang up from the west and brought the heavy
smell of ripened corn. The boys rolled over and shook themselves.
We stripped and plunged into the river just as the sun came up over
the windy bluffs.
When I came home to Sandtown at Christmas time, we skated out
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