| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: liberated the advisability of waiting until darkness had fallen,
or of immediately searching for some means of escape from the
building and the city. He at last decided that it would do no
harm to investigate beyond the room, that he might have some
idea as how best to plan his escape after dark. To this end he
crossed the room toward the door but he had taken only a
few steps when the hangings before the alcove separated and
the figure of a woman appeared in the opening.
She was young and beautifully formed; the single drapery
wound around her body from below her breasts left no detail
of her symmetrical proportions unrevealed, but her face was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Three Taverns by Edwin Arlington Robinson: When all men are musicians. Tell me that,
I hear you saying, and I'll tell you the name
Of Samson's mother. But why shroud yourself
Before the coffin comes? For all you know,
The tree that is to fall for your last house
Is now a sapling. You may have to wait
So long as to be sorry; though I doubt it,
For you are not at home in your new Eden
Where chilly whispers of a likely frost
Accumulate already in the air.
I think a touch of ermine, Hamilton,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: with the Countess' rather vague explanation, sent through the
maid, putting forward some feminine ailment as her excuse. We all
went early to bed.
As I passed the door of the Countess' room on the way to my
night's lodging, I asked the servant timidly for news of her. She
heard my voice, and would have me come in, and tried to talk, but
in vain--she could not utter a sound. She bent her head, and I
withdrew. In spite of the painful agitation, which I had felt to
the full as youth can feel, I fell asleep, tired out with my
forced march.
It was late in the night when I was awakened by the grating sound
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