| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: At Bwana's suggestion Meriem kept to her room the following
morning until after the Hon. Morison Baynes had departed.
Hanson had come for him early--in fact he had remained all
night with the foreman, Jervis, that they might get an early start.
The farewell exchanges between the Hon. Morison and his
host were of the most formal type, and when at last the guest
rode away Bwana breathed a sigh of relief. It had been an
unpleasant duty and he was glad that it was over; but he did not
regret his action. He had not been blind to Baynes' infatuation
for Meriem, and knowing the young man's pride in caste he had
never for a moment believed that his guest would offer his name
The Son of Tarzan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and the city gates. Only the bowmen may dispute the
right of way, and, knowing their secret, I doubt that
they have power to harm us."
Another door led to a flight of steps that rose from
the arena level upward through the seats to an exit at
the back of the hall. Beyond this was a straight,
broad corridor, running directly through the palace
to the gardens at the side.
No one appeared to question them as they advanced,
mighty Komal pacing by the girl's side.
"Where are the people of the palace--the jeddak's retinue?"
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: and the discovery that this actor in the drama was not only
hovering in the wings, but actually inviting the exposure of the
footlights, though it might have seemed to imply that all peril
was over, served rather to deepen Selden's sense of foreboding.
Charged with this impression he returned to the square, hoping to
see Miss Bart move across it, as every one in Monte Carlo seemed
inevitably to do at least a dozen times a day; but here again he
waited vainly for a glimpse of her, and the conclusion was slowly
forced on him that she had gone back to the Sabrina. It would be
difficult to follow her there, and still more difficult, should
he do so, to contrive the opportunity for a private word; and he
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