| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: me, and bushwhacked him in truly noble fashion. That's what comes
of having women on the plantation. And now it's antiseptics and
drainage tubes, I suppose. It's a nasty mess, and I'll have to
read up on it before I tackle the job."
"I don't see that it's my fault," she began. "I couldn't help it
because he kissed me. I never dreamed he would attempt it."
"We didn't fight for that reason. But there isn't time to explain.
If you'll get dressings and bandages ready I'll look up 'gun-shot
wounds' and see what's to be done."
"Is he bleeding seriously?" she asked.
"No; the bullet seems to have missed the important arteries. But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde: fascinating, and delightful in him - in which, in fact, he misses
the true pleasure and joy of living. He is also, under existing
conditions, very insecure. An enormously wealthy merchant may be -
often is - at every moment of his life at the mercy of things that
are not under his control. If the wind blows an extra point or so,
or the weather suddenly changes, or some trivial thing happens, his
ship may go down, his speculations may go wrong, and he finds
himself a poor man, with his social position quite gone. Now,
nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing
should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has, is what
is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: yourself who has dared thus flippantly to trifle with the
good nature of your jeddak.
"Remove the man. Leave the woman. We shall see if both be lies.
And later, Jav, you shall suffer for your temerity. There be few
of us left, but--Komal must be fed. Go!"
Carthoris could see that Jav trembled as he prostrated
himself once more before his ruler, and then, rising,
turned toward the Prince of Helium.
"Come!" he said.
"And leave the Princess of Ptarth here alone?" cried Carthoris.
Jav brushed closely past him, whispering:
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
