| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: to be rewarded by any signs of fear, he was doomed to dis-
appointment and the young lieutenant merely turned toward
him with a shrug: "Really now, do you beggars intend eating
me?"
"Not my people," replied Usanga. "We do not eat human
flesh, but the Wamabos do. It is they who will eat you, but
we will kill you for the feast, Englishman."
The Englishman remained standing in the doorway of the
hut, an interested spectator of the preparations for the coming
orgy that was so horribly to terminate his earthly existence. It
can hardly be assumed that he felt no fear; yet, if he did, he
Tarzan the Untamed |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
THE TIGER
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: to see it, said it was a beast of the first quality. This cursed horse
scented the pretty mare; like a cunning beast, neither neighed nor
gave vent to any equine ejaculation, but when she was close to the
road, leaped over forty rows of vines and galloped after her, pawing
the ground with his iron shoes, discharging the artillery of a lover
who longs for an embrace, giving forth sounds to set the strongest
teeth on edge, and so loudly, that the people of Champy heard it and
were much terrified thereat.
Cochegrue, suspecting the affair, makes for the moors, spurs his
amorous mare, relying upon her rapid pace, and indeed, the good mare
understands, obeys, and flies--flies like a bird, but a bowshot off
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
