| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: met hers she spoke.
"Think not, John Carter, that you may so lightly cast aside
the love of Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang. Nor ever hope
to hold thy Dejah Thoris in thy arms again. Wait you the
long, long year; but know that when the waiting is over it
shall be Phaidor's arms which shall welcome you--not those
of the Princess of Helium. Behold, she dies!"
And as she finished speaking I saw her raise a dagger on high,
and then I saw another figure. It was Thuvia's. As the
dagger fell toward the unprotected breast of my love, Thuvia
was almost between them. A blinding gust of smoke
The Gods of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: life, but absolute death, as sudden as possible, which protects the
assailant from the counter-attacks of the assailed.
Her game, moreover, is essentially bulky and not always of the most
peaceful character. This Diana, ambushed in her tower, needs a
prey worthy of her prowess. The big Grass-hopper, with the
powerful jaws; the irascible Wasp; the Bee, the Bumble-bee and
other wearers of poisoned daggers must fall into the ambuscade from
time to time. The duel is nearly equal in point of weapons. To
the venomous fangs of the Lycosa the Wasp opposes her venomous
stiletto. Which of the two bandits shall have the best of it? The
struggle is a hand-to-hand one. The Tarantula has no secondary
The Life of the Spider |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: when I started, and I was ready to believe it, that before a few
days I should come to love Modestine like a dog. Three days had
passed, we had shared some misadventures, and my heart was still as
cold as a potato towards my beast of burden. She was pretty enough
to look at; but then she had given proof of dead stupidity,
redeemed indeed by patience, but aggravated by flashes of sorry and
ill-judged light-heartedness. And I own this new discovery seemed
another point against her. What the devil was the good of a she-
ass if she could not carry a sleeping-bag and a few necessaries? I
saw the end of the fable rapidly approaching, when I should have to
carry Modestine. AEsop was the man to know the world! I assure
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