| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: trying to say. It is not that. I was born in the jungle. I have
lived all my life in the jungle, and I shall die in the jungle.
I do not wish to live or die elsewhere."
The others shook their heads. They could not understand
him.
"Go," said the ape-man. "The quicker you go, the quicker
you will reach safety."
They walked to the plane together. Smith-Oldwick pressed
the ape-man's hand and clambered into the pilot's seat.
"Good-bye," said the girl as she extended her hand to Tarzan.
"Before I go won't you tell me you don't hate me any
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: there we found Juliette. With the instinct of despair, she had
buried herself deep in the hay, hiding her face in it to deaden
those dreadful cries--pudency even stronger than grief. She was
sobbing and crying like a child, but there was a more poignant,
more piteous sound in the sobs. There was nothing left in the
world for her. The maid pulled the hay from her, her mistress
submitting with the supine listlessness of a dying animal. The
maid could find nothing to say but "There! madame; there,
there----"
"What is the matter with her? What is it, niece?" the old canon
kept on exclaiming.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: had waited an age for some stir of the great grim hush; the life of
the town was itself under a spell - so unnaturally, up and down the
whole prospect of known and rather ugly objects, the blankness and
the silence lasted. Had they ever, he asked himself, the hard-
faced houses, which had begun to look livid in the dim dawn, had
they ever spoken so little to any need of his spirit? Great
builded voids, great crowded stillnesses put on, often, in the
heart of cities, for the small hours, a sort of sinister mask, and
it was of this large collective negation that Brydon presently
became conscious - all the more that the break of day was, almost
incredibly, now at hand, proving to him what a night he had made of
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