| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: but I was unformed in mind; I was dependent on none and related to none.
"The path of my departure was free," and there was none to lament
my annihilation. My person was hideous and my stature gigantic.
What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come?
What was my destination? These questions continually recurred,
but I was unable to solve them.
"The volume of Plutarch's Lives which I possessed contained
the histories of the first founders of the ancient republics.
This book had a far different effect upon me from the Sorrows of Werter.
I learned from Werter's imaginations despondency and gloom, but Plutarch
taught me high thoughts; he elevated me above the wretched sphere of
Frankenstein |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Yes," replied Tars Tarkas, and turned as though to retrace
his steps to the cell, but he only waited until the two
had disappeared at the floor above. Then I joined him, we
extinguished the torch, and together we crept toward the
spiral incline that led to the upper floors of the building.
At the first floor we found that the hallway ran but halfway
through, necessitating the crossing of a rear room full of
green folk, ere we could reach the inner courtyard, so there
was but one thing left for us to do, and that was to gain the
second floor and the hallway through which I had traversed
the length of the building.
The Gods of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso: So Nilus old his kings long time had seen
That Ptolemies and Pharaohs called had been.
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Established was that kingdom in short while,
And grew so great, that over Asia's lands
And Lybia's realms it stretched many a mile,
From Syria's coasts as far as Cirene sands,
And southward passed gainst the course of Nile,
Through the hot clime where burnt Syene stands,
Hence bounded in with sandy deserts waste,
And thence with Euphrates' rich flood embraced.
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