| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: possibly be between such words as ice, sir, anger, cruel, sacred
wood, changeable, mother, bow, and sea? The first and the last might
have something to do with each other; it was not at all surprising
that in a document written in Iceland there should be mention of a
sea of ice; but it was quite another thing to get to the end of this
cryptogram with so small a clue. So I was struggling with an
insurmountable difficulty; my brain got heated, my eyes watered over
that sheet of paper; its hundred and thirty-two letters seemed to
flutter and fly around me like those motes of mingled light and
darkness which float in the air around the head when the blood is
rushing upwards with undue violence. I was a prey to a kind of
Journey to the Center of the Earth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: The outlaw noticed the surprised hesitation of his
faithful subaltern and signing him to listen, said:
"Red Shandy, Norman of Torn has fought and sacked
and pillaged for the love of it, and for a principle which
was at best but a vague generality. Tonight we ride to
redress a wrong done to My Lady Bertrade de Mont-
fort, and that, Shandy, is a different matter. The torch,
Shandy, from tower to scullery, but in the service of My
Lady, no looting."
"Yes, My Lord," answered Shandy, and departed with
his little detachment.
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: brought the hind legs together.
"Tie 'em," he said.
This done, with the aid of a heavy piece of wood he pressed the cub's head
down and wound a thong tightly round the sharp nose. Then he tied the front
legs.
"Thar! Now you loosen the ropes an' wind them up."
When I had done this he lifted the cub and swung him over his broad back.
"Come on, you trail behind, an' keep your eye peeled to see he doesn't work
thet knot off his jaws. . . . Say, youngster, now you've got him, what in
thunder will you do with him?"
I looked at my torn trousers, at the blood on my skinned and burning hands,
The Young Forester |
