| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a range of hills under the very noses, they said, of a fleet of
three red Martian battleships.
"From scraps of conversation which we overheard it was
evident that the black pirates were searching for a party
of fugitives that had escaped them several days prior. That
they considered the capture of the young woman important
was evident from the long and earnest interview the
commander of the fleet held with her when she was brought
to him. Later she was bound and placed in the compartment
with Dejah Thoris and myself.
"The new captive was a very beautiful girl. She told
The Gods of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: dropped noiselessly behind the son, and he went up the wide,
curving stairway to his own room.
Meantime John Weightman sat in his carved chair in the Jacobean
dining-room. He felt strangely old and dull. The portraits of
beautiful women by Lawrence and Reynolds and Raeburn, which had
often
seemed like real company to him, looked remote and uninteresting.
He fancied something cold and almost unfriendly in their
expression,
as if they were staring through him or beyond him. They cared
nothing for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: Madeline instantly divined what his action meant. He was leaving
the ranch; this was his good-by to his horse. How strange, sad,
fine was this love between man and beast! A dimness confused
Madeline's eyes; she hurriedly brushed it away, and it came hack
wet and blurring. She averted her face, ashamed of the tears
Stewart might see. She was sorry for him. He was going away, and
this time, judging from the nature of his farewell to his horse,
it was to be forever. Like a stab from a cold blade a pain shot
through Madeline's heart. The wonder of it, the
incomprehensibility of it, the utter newness and strangeness of
this sharp pain that now left behind a dull pang, made her forget
The Light of Western Stars |
