| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: own weight, and the aerial force opposed to it, which caused it to
rise, combined with the strong easterly breeze, had been too much
for the great length of cord holding it.
Somehow, the mishap to the kite gave new hope to Mimi. It was as
though the side issues had been shorn away, so that the main
struggle was thenceforth on simpler lines. She had a feeling in her
heart, as though some religious chord had been newly touched. It
may, of course, have been that with the renewal of the bird voices a
fresh courage, a fresh belief in the good issue of the struggle came
too. In the misery of silence, from which they had all suffered for
so long, any new train of thought was almost bound to be a boon. As
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Together they followed Kovudoo toward his hut. In the dim
interior they discerned the figure of a woman lying bound upon
a sleeping mat.
Malbihn took a single glance and turned away. "She must be
a thousand years old, Kovudoo," he said, as he left the hut.
"She is young," cried the savage. "It is dark in here.
You cannot see. Wait, I will have her brought out into the
sunlight," and he commanded the two warriors who watched the
girl to cut the bonds from her ankles and lead her forth
for inspection.
Malbihn and Jenssen evinced no eagerness, though both were
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: Till the storm die! but had you stood by us,
The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base
Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too,
But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes.
We brook no further insult but are gone.'
She turned; the very nape of her white neck
Was rosed with indignation: but the Prince
Her brother came; the king her father charmed
Her wounded soul with words: nor did mine own
Refuse her proffer, lastly gave his hand.
Then us they lifted up, dead weights, and bare
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