| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: straight toward the jungle. It was in the direction of the roaring
of the hungry lion.
"Hadn't we better steer clear of that fellow?" suggested the
Hon. Morison. "I guess you didn't hear him."
"Yes, I heard him," laughed Meriem. "Let's ride over and
call on him."
The Hon. Morison laughed uneasily. He didn't care to appear
at a disadvantage before this girl, nor did he care, either, to
approach a hungry lion too closely at night. He carried his rifle
in his saddle boot; but moonlight is an uncertain light to shoot
by, nor ever had he faced a lion alone--even by day. The thought
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: on Hare. "Mescal?"
"Yes."
"I saw it long ago." He shook his head and spread his great hands."
There's no use for me to say what the desert is. If you ever come back
you'll bring her. Yes, you may go. It's a man's deed. God keep you!"
Hare spoke to no other person; he filled one saddle-bag with grain,
another with meat, bread, and dried fruits, strapped a five-gallon
leather water-sack back of Silvermane's saddle, and set out toward the
river. At the crossing-bar he removed Silvermane's equipments and placed
them in the boat. At that moment a long howl, as of a dog baying the
moon, startled him from his musings, and his eyes sought the river-bank,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: is, every other issue can be subordinated; and what common end
can there be in all the world except this idea of the world
kingdom of God? What is the good of orienting one's devotion to
a firm, or to class solidarity, or /La Republique
Francais/, or Poland, or Albania, or such love and
loyalty as people profess for King George or King Albert or the
Duc d'Orleans--it puzzles me why--or any such intermediate object
of self-abandonment? We need a standard so universal that the
platelayer may say to the barrister or the duchess, or the Red
Indian to the Limehouse sailor, or the Anzac soldier to the Sinn
Feiner or the Chinaman, "What are we two doing for it?" And to
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