| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and as I crawled from the water onto one of the tiny
islands I was trembling like a leaf--you cannot imagine
the awful horror which even the simple thought of the
repulsive Mahars of Pellucidar induces in the human mind,
and to feel that you are in their power--that they
are crawling, slimy, and abhorrent, to drag you down
beneath the waters and devour you! It is frightful.
But they did not come, and at last I came to the conclusion
that I was indeed alone within the temple. How long I
should be alone was the next question to assail me as I
swam frantically about once more in search of a means
At the Earth's Core |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain: we said, 'That little rascal has stole our raft and shook
us, and run off down the river.'"
"I wouldn't shake my NIGGER, would I? -- the only
nigger I had in the world, and the only property."
"We never thought of that. Fact is, I reckon we'd
come to consider him OUR nigger; yes, we did consider
him so -- goodness knows we had trouble enough for
him. So when we see the raft was gone and we flat
broke, there warn't anything for it but to try the
Royal Nonesuch another shake. And I've pegged
along ever since, dry as a powder-horn. Where's that
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: The Indian never moved a muscle; but his eyes roved everywhere. He, too,
noticed the absence of the chief.
At this moment from out of the depths of the woods came a swelling sigh, like
the moan of the night wind. It rose and died away, leaving the silence
apparently all the deeper.
A shudder ran over Joe's frame. Fascinated, he watched the guard. The Indian
uttered a low gasp; his eyes started and glared wildly; he rose very slowly to
his full height and stood waiting, listening. The dark hand which held the
tomahawk trembled so that little glints of moonlight glanced from the bright
steel.
From far back in the forest-deeps came that same low moaning:
The Spirit of the Border |
