| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: and flung it full fifty yards, saying that no man should touch him
more were he a hundred times his father. Then he walked away,
leaving the prior and my grandfather staring at each other.
Now to shorten a long tale, the end of the matter was this. It was
believed both by my grandfather and the prior that the true cause
of my father's contumacy was a passion which he had conceived for a
girl of humble birth, a miller's fair daughter who dwelt at
Waingford Mills. Perhaps there was truth in this belief, or
perhaps there was none. What does it matter, seeing that the maid
married a butcher at Beccles and died years since at the good age
of ninety and five? But true or false, my grandfather believed the
Montezuma's Daughter |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: heart with an unwonted expectation; and it appeared to me that,
once past this range which I was mounting, I should descend into
the garden of the world. Nor was I deceived, for I was now done
with rains and winds and a bleak country. The first part of my
journey ended here; and this was like an induction of sweet sounds
into the other and more beautiful.
There are other degrees of FEYNESS, as of punishment, besides the
capital; and I was now led by my good spirits into an adventure
which I relate in the interest of future donkey-drivers. The road
zigzagged so widely on the hillside, that I chose a short cut by
map and compass, and struck through the dwarf woods to catch the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: lesser evil. Warily he entered the room. At his right,
against the wall, leaned several swords and rifles and
spears--extra weapons which the warriors had stacked
here ready to their hands should there be a night alarm
calling them suddenly from slumber. Beside each sleeper
lay his weapon--these were never far from their owners
from childhood to death.
The sight of the swords made the young man's palm itch.
He stepped quickly to them, selecting two short-swords--
one for Kar Komak, the other for himself; also some
trappings for his naked comrade.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
