| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of the Gomangani. If we travel very fast it will not take long to
reach it. Then, all at the same time, we can charge into the
village, growling and barking. The Gomangani will be very
frightened and will run away. While they are gone we can seize
Meriem and carry her off. We do not have to kill or be killed--
all that Korak wishes is his Meriem."
"We are too few," croaked the old ape again.
"Yes, we are too few," echoed others.
Korak could not persuade them. They would help him, gladly;
but they must do it in their own way and that meant enlisting
the services of their kinsmen and allies of the hill country.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley: least there ought to be; and that, at least, he cannot answer.
And meanwhile, my dear little man, till you know a great deal more
about nature than Professor Owen and Professor Huxley put together,
don't tell me about what cannot be, or fancy that anything is too
wonderful to be true. "We are fearfully and wonderfully made,"
said old David; and so we are; and so is everything around us, down
to the very deal table. Yes; much more fearfully and wonderfully
made, already, is the table, as it stands now, nothing but a piece
of dead deal wood, than if, as foxes say, and geese believe,
spirits could make it dance, or talk to you by rapping on it.
Am I in earnest? Oh dear no! Don't you know that this is a fairy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: "If this isn't a queer deal! Boys, reckon we'd better send for
Jeff."
"Somebody went fer him. He'll be comin' soon," replied a man.
Duane stood a head taller than that circle of curious faces. He
gazed out above and beyond them. It was in this way that he
chanced to see a number of women on the outskirts of the crowd.
Some were old, with hard faces, like the men. Some were young
and comely, and most of these seemed agitated by excitement or
distress. They cast fearful, pitying glances upon Duane as he
stood there with that noose round his neck. Women were more
human than men, Duane thought. He met eyes that dilated, seemed
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