| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: And on the following day William James was killed by a
saber-tooth tiger--September 13, 1916. Beneath a jarrah tree on
the stony plateau on the northern edge of the Sto-lu country in
the land that Time forgot, he lies in a lonely grave marked by a
rough headstone.
Southward from his grave marched three grim and silent men.
To the best of Bradley's reckoning they were some twenty-five
miles north of Fort Dinosaur, and that they might reach the fort
on the following day, they plodded on until darkness overtook them.
With comparative safety fifteen miles away, they made camp at last;
but there was no singing now and no joking. In the bottom of his
Out of Time's Abyss |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Common Sense by Thomas Paine: as an open and determined declaration for independance. Some of which are,
FIRST. -- It is the custom of nations, when any two are at war,
for some other powers, not engaged in the quarrel, to step in as mediators,
and bring about the preliminaries of a peace: hut while America calls
herself the Subject of Great Britain, no power, however well disposed
she may be, can offer her mediation. Wherefore, in our present state
we may quarrel on for ever.
SECONDLY. -- It is unreasonable to suppose, that France or Spain will
give us any kind of assistance, if we mean only, to make use of that
assistance for the purpose of repairing the breach, and strengthening
the connection between Britain and America; because, those powers would
Common Sense |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: holding Marie's hand, "I count on your honor to send the news of my
death to my young brother, who is now in London. Write him that if he
wishes to obey my last injunction he will never bear arms against his
country--neither must he abandon the king's service."
"It shall be done," said Hulot, pressing the hand of the dying man.
"Take them to the nearest hospital," cried Corentin.
Hulot took the spy by the arm with a grip that left the imprint of his
fingers on the flesh.
"Out of this camp!" he cried; "your business is done here. Look well
at the face of Commander Hulot, and never find yourself again in his
way if you don't want your belly to be the scabbard of his blade--"
The Chouans |
