| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: "We do not know the Jungle, my son, as--as thou knowest," Messua
began. "I do not think that I could walk far."
"And the men and women would he upon our backs and drag us here
again," said the husband.
"H'm!" said Mowgli, and he tickled the palm of his hand with the
tip of his skinning-knife; "I have no wish to do harm to any one
of this village--YET. But I do not think they will stay thee.
In a little while they will have much else to think upon. Ah!"
he lifted his head and listened to shouting and trampling
outside. "So they have let Buldeo come home at last?"
"He was sent out this morning to kill thee," Messua cried.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: steadily for several hours, pausing often to rest his stiffening shoulder and
to exclaim:
"He shot me in the back, the measly skunk! He shot me in the back!"
When his treasure was guise cleaned up and wrapped securely into a number of
blanket-covered parcels, he made an estimate of its value.
"Four hundred pounds, or I'm a Hottentot," he concluded. "Say two hundred in
quartz an' dirt--that leaves two hundred pounds of gold. Bill! Wake up! Two
hundred pounds of gold! Forty thousand dollars! An' it's yourn--all yourn!"
He scratched his head delightedly and his fingers blundered into an unfamiliar
groove. They quested along it for several inches. It was a crease through his
scalp where the second bullet had ploughed.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: This fierce sea-lion of the sea,
This England lacks some stronger lay,
This modern world hath need of thee!
Then blow some trumpet loud and free,
And give thine oaten pipe away,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This modern world hath need of thee!
IN THE FOREST
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
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