| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: night. I have heard cocks crowing all my life, but I never
knew what that creature could accomplish before. So I lay and
thought how good and forgiving I was; it was quite
distressing."
"Remorse?" said Kate.
"Yes, indeed. I hate to be a saint all the time. There ought
to be vacations. Instead of suffering from a bad conscience, I
suffer from a good one."
"It was no merit of yours, aunt," put in Harry. "Who was ever
more agreeable and lovable than Malbone last night?"
"Lovable!" burst out Aunt Jane, who never could be managed or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: protection in Nobs, who evidently had learned something of
Caspakian hunt rules under the tutelage of Du-seen or some
other Galu, and of course a great deal more by experience.
He always was on the alert for dangerous foes, invariably warning
me by low growls of the approach of a large carnivorous animal
long before I could either see or hear it, and then when the
thing appeared, he would run snapping at its heels, drawing the
charge away from me until I found safety in some tree; yet
never did the wily Nobs take an unnecessary chance of a mauling.
He would dart in and away so quickly that not even the
lightning-like movements of the great cats could reach him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: exploit it as remorselessly as would any modern trader a choice
bit of merchandise.
"Strike me blind, but you're a 'ustler," he said admiringly, his
head cocked to one side, as his host bustled about. "You never
'ort to 'ave gone Klondiking. It's the keeper of a pub' you was
laid out for. An' it's often as I 'ave 'eard the lads up an' down
the river speak o' you, but I 'adn't no idea you was so jolly
nice."
Jacob Kent experienced a tremendous yearning to try his shotgun on
him, but the fascination of the gash was too potent. This was the
real Man with the Gash, the man who had so often robbed him in the
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