| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: offer could he bring himself to take a human life, and have that
terrible scent of blood back again in his nostrils. His plan was
simpler, but much more thorough; and he laughed to himself when
he thought that it was one of old Buldeo's tales told under the
peepul-tree in the evening that had put the idea into his head.
"It WAS a Master-word," Bagheera whispered in his ear.
"They were feeding by the river, and they obeyed as though
they were bullocks. Look where they come now!"
Hathi and his three sons had arrived, in their usual way,
without a sound. The mud of the river was still fresh on their
flanks, and Hathi was thoughtfully chewing the green stem of a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On the Duty of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau: politicians by profession; but I think, what is it to any
independent, intelligent, and respectable man what decision
they may come to? Shall we not have the advantage of this
wisdom and honesty, nevertheless? Can we not count upon
some independent votes? Are there not many individuals in
the country who do not attend conventions? But no: I find
that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted
from his position, and despairs of his country, when his
country has more reasons to despair of him. He forthwith
adopts one of the candidates thus selected as the only
available one, thus proving that he is himself available for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: expressed in his letters to Tessie. She sympathized with him in
her replies. She tried to make light of it, but there was a
little clutch of terror in it, too. California! Might as well
send a person to the end of the world while they were about it.
Two months of that. Then, inexplicably again, Chuck's letters
bore the astounding postmark of New York. She thought, in a
panic, that he was Franceward bound, but it turned out not to be
so. Not yet. Chuck's letters were taking on a cosmopolitan
tone. "Well," he wrote, "I guess the little old town is as
dead as ever. It seems funny you being right there all this time
and I've traveled from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Everybody
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