| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: smiling back at him. But I fought off that awful lethargy.
I was very young--I did not want to die.
For an hour I battled against the cruelly enveloping
death that surrounded me upon all sides. At first I
found that by climbing high into the framework above me
I could find more of the precious life-giving elements,
and for a while these sustained me. It must have been
an hour after Perry had succumbed that I at last came
to the realization that I could no longer carry on this
unequal struggle against the inevitable.
With my last flickering ray of consciousness I turned
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: were glaring at him. The gigantic, white, withering Branchspell, the
awful, body-changing Alppain, the beautiful, deadly, treacherous sea,
the dark and eerie Swaylone's Island, the spirit-crushing forest out
of which he had just escaped - to all these mighty powers,
surrounding him on every side, what resources had he, a feeble,
ignorant traveller to oppose, from a tiny planet on the other side of
space, to avoid being utterly destroyed? ... Then he smiled to
himself. "I've already been here two days, and still I survive. I
have luck - and with that one can balance the universe. But what is
luck - a verbal expression, or a thing?"
As he was putting on his skin, which was now dry, the answer came to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie: fair narrator herself. Everything just as it should be, you see.
Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is
what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely
selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we
nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead
of smacked.
So great indeed was their faith in a mother's love that they
felt they could afford to be callous for a bit longer.
But there was one there who knew better, and when Wendy
finished he uttered a hollow groan.
"What is it, Peter?" she cried, running to him, thinking he was
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