|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo:
of Barker's voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he called. "Although we are obliged to
announce that our star rider, Miss Polly, will not appear
to-night, we offer you in her place an able substitute,
Mademoiselle Eloise, on her black, untamed horse, Barbarian."
Eloise put her hands on the horse's back to mount.
"No! No!" cried Polly.
The other girl turned in astonishment at the agony in her voice.
"Wait, Eloise! I'M going to ride!"
"You can't, not Barbarian! He don't know your turn."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
to admit my body. A hinge gave out a resentful groan.
One of the men stirred, and my heart stood still. I cursed myself
for a fool to have thus jeopardized our chances for escape;
but there was nothing for it now but to see the adventure through.
With a spring as swift and as noiseless as a tiger's I lit
beside the guardsman who had moved. My hands hovered
about his throat awaiting the moment that his eyes should
open. For what seemed an eternity to my overwrought
nerves I remained poised thus. Then the fellow turned again
upon his side and resumed the even respiration of deep slumber.
Carefully I picked my way between and over the soldiers
The Gods of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac:
going where a man steers his destiny as he pleases.
These great resolutions were formed in the little room in the lodging-
house in the Rue Corneille, in spite of our haunting the Bal Musard,
flirting with girls of the town, and leading a careless and apparently
reckless life. Our plans and arguments long floated in the air.
Marcas, our neighbor, was in some degree the guide who led us to the
margin of the precipice or the torrent, who made us sound it, and
showed us beforehand what our fate would be if we let ourselves fall
into it. It was he who put us on our guard against the time-bargains a
man makes with poverty under the sanction of hope, by accepting
precarious situations whence he fights the battle, carried along by