| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: anywhere, and would certainly charge. We tried to keep a neutral
zone around ourselves by tossing stones ahead of and on both
sides of our line of advance. My own position was not bad, for I
had the rifle ready in my hand, but the men were in danger. Of
course I was protecting them as well as I could, but there was
always a chance that the lioness might spring on them in such a
manner that I would be unable to use my weapon. Once I suggested
that as the work was dangerous, they could quit if they wanted
to.
"Hapana!" they both refused indignantly.
We had proceeded thus for half a mile when to our relief, right
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: "Yet whatever the story may be, I do judge you hardly, Zikali,
who tormented me with a false tale, causing the woman Kaatje to
lie to me and swear that she saw these two dead before her--how I
know not."
"She did not lie to you, Macumazahn. Has not such a one as I the
power to make a fat fool think that she saw what she did not see?
As to how! How did I make you think in yonder hut of mine that
you saw what you did not see--perhaps."
"But why did you mock me in this fashion, Zikali?"
"Truly, Macumazahn, you are blind as a bat in sunlight. When
your friends have told you the story, you will understand why.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: Or when some heat of difference sparkled out,
How sweetly would she glide between your wraths,
And steal you from each other! for she walk'd
Wearing the light yoke of that Lord of love,
Who still'd the rolling wave of Galilee!
And one--of him I was not bid to speak--
Was always with her, whom you also knew.
Him too you loved, for he was worthy love.
And these had been together from the first;
They might have been together till the last.
Friends, this frail bark of ours, when sorely tried,
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