| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: self luxuries, pleasures, and at times even food, in
order to hire reluctant persons to Snore for me!
"And I have written the Epic of the Snore in
vers libre. You shall hear the prelude!"
And this is Fothergil's prelude:
Snore me a song of the soul,
Oh, sleeper, snore!
Whistle me, wheeze me, grunkle and grunt, gurgle
and snort me a Virile stave!
Snore till the Cosmos shakes!
On the wings of a snore I fly backward a billion
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: informed by Antonia of the 'nice old man's' proposals (for so the aunt
called Croizeau), wished to see him. Cerizet's declaration of war had
so far taken effect that he of the yellow kid gloves was studying the
position of every piece, however insignificant, upon the board; and it
so happened that at the mention of that 'nice old man,' an ominous
tinkling sounded in his ears. One evening, therefore, Maxime seated
himself among the book-shelves in the dimly lighted back room,
reconnoitred the seven or eight customers through the chink between
the green curtains, and took the little coach-builder's measure. He
gauged the man's infatuation, and was very well satisfied to find that
the varnished doors of a tolerably sumptuous future were ready to turn
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of the machine that it had fallen among the almost impassable
gorges of the arid country just beyond the fertile basin that
was bounded by the hills to the east of him. He had crossed
that parched and desolate country of the dead himself and
he knew from his own experience and the narrow escape he
had had from succumbing to its relentless cruelty no lesser
man could hope to win his way to safety from any considerable
distance within its borders. Vividly he recalled the bleached
bones of the long-dead warrior in the bottom of the pre-
cipitous gorge that had all but proved a trap for him as well.
He saw the helmet of hammered brass and the corroded
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