| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs: from a band of demons and was lifting her in his arms
to carry her back to her father.
Through half open lids she saw the sunlight filtering
through the leafy canopy above her--she wondered at the
realism of her dream; full consciousness returned and
with it the conviction that she was in truth being held
close by strong arms against a bosom that throbbed
to the beating of a real heart.
With a sudden start she opened her eyes wide to look up
into the hideous face of a giant ourang outang.
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The Monster Men |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Miracle Mongers and Their Methods by Harry Houdini: opened his mouth and requested the company
to look whether any portion of the
phosphorus remained in his mouth. Several
gentlemen examined his mouth, and
declared that there was no phosphorus
perceptible either upon or under his
tongue. He was then by his own desire
unbandaged. The fire-king forthwith
turned to Mr. Smith and offered him the
other glass of phosphorus. Mr. Smith
started back in infinite alarm--`Not for
Miracle Mongers and Their Methods |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes: and-toss beats a row of Sunday-school-boys with their teacher at
their head.
But then the Professor has one of his burrows in that region, and
puts everything in high colors relating to it. That is his way
about everything. I hold any man cheap, - he said, - of whom
nothing stronger can be uttered than that all his geese are swans.
- How is that, Professor? - said I; - I should have set you down
for one of that sort. - Sir, - said he, - I am proud to say, that
Nature has so far enriched me, that I cannot own so much as a duck
without seeing in it as pretty a swan as ever swam the basin in the
garden of the Luxembourg. And the Professor showed the whites of
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table |
