| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: his hand he took a stout fighting-shield, which he had made of buffalo
hide, and that same light moon-shaped axe with which he had slain the
captain of Chaka.
"A poor weapon with which to kill Jikiza the Unconquerable," said
Galazi, eyeing it askance.
"It shall serve my turn," answered Umslopogaas.
Now Umslopogaas ate, and then they moved together slowly down the
mountain and crossed the river by a ford, for he wished to save his
strength. On the farther side of the river Galazi hid himself in the
reeds, because his face was known, and there Umslopogaas bade him
farewell, not knowing if he should look upon him again. Afterwards he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: names were unknown, and here and there an old association seemed to
stray, all vaguely, like some very aged person, out too late, whom
you might meet and feel the impulse to watch or follow, in
kindness, for safe restoration to shelter.
They went in together, our friends; he admitted himself with his
key, as he kept no one there, he explained, preferring, for his
reasons, to leave the place empty, under a simple arrangement with
a good woman living in the neighbourhood and who came for a daily
hour to open windows and dust and sweep. Spencer Brydon had his
reasons and was growingly aware of them; they seemed to him better
each time he was there, though he didn't name them all to his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: to give me a story as I was to get it.
"I suppose you've heard of the lion-tamer who was hated by another man?" he
asked.
He paused and looked pensively at a sick lion in the cage opposite.
"Got the toothache," he explained. "Well, the lion-tamer's big play to the
audience was putting his head in a lion's mouth. The man who hated him
attended every performance in the hope sometime of seeing that lion crunch
down. He followed the show about all over the country. The years went by and
he grew old, and the lion-tamer grew old, and the lion grew old. And at last
one day, sitting in a front seat, he saw what he had waited for. The lion
crunched down, and there wasn't any need to call a doctor."
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