| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: in it which my generous countrymen have placed in my hands.
The government already possesses a complete official report
of my adventures beyond thirty. In the narrative I purpose
telling my story in a less formal, and I hope, a more
entertaining, style; though, being only a naval officer and
without claim to the slightest literary ability, I shall
most certainly fall far short of the possibilities which are
inherent in my subject. That I have passed through the most
wondrous adventures that have befallen a civilized man
during the past two centuries encourages me in the belief
that, however ill the telling, the facts themselves will
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: new-caught head-hunters huddling closely together and staring
dubiously at the fearful monster.
"Hello!" Joan called out. "What do you mean by frightening all my
boys? Come on up."
"What do you think of them?" she asked, when they had shaken hands.
"And what do you think of her?"--with a wave of the hand toward the
Martha. "I thought you'd deserted the plantation, and that I might
as well go ahead and get the men into barracks. Aren't they
beauties? Do you see that one with the split nose? He's the only
man who doesn't hail from the Poonga-Poonga coast; and they said
the Poonga-Poonga natives wouldn't recruit. Just look at them and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Love Songs by Sara Teasdale: I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word --
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die -- but love that is never spoken
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