| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: be rescued and dragged back by the tireless Mr. Philander.
Jane Porter, the professor's daughter, is in strained and
lifeless conversation with William Cecil Clayton and Tarzan
of the Apes. Within the little waiting room, but a bare
moment before, a confession of love and a renunciation had
taken place that had blighted the lives and happiness of two
of the party, but William Cecil Clayton, Lord Greystoke, was
not one of them.
Behind Miss Porter hovered the motherly Esmeralda. She, too,
was happy, for was she not returning to her beloved Maryland?
Already she could see dimly through the fog of smoke the murky
The Return of Tarzan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: brown man with beady, black eyes set in narrow fleshy slits
watched them from behind a clump of bushes. Strange, medieval
armor and two wicked-looking swords gave him a most
warlike appearance. His temples were shaved, and a broad
strip on the top of his head to just beyond the crown. His
remaining hair was drawn into an unbraided queue, tied
tightly at the back, and the queue then brought forward to
the top of the forehead. His helmet lay in the grass at his feet.
At the nearer approach of the party to the cliff top the
watcher turned and melted into the forest at his back. He was
Oda Yorimoto, descendant of a powerful daimio of the Ashikaga
The Mucker |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: replied Glenn, flourishing a flour-whitened hand. "But it never served the
women of the Revolution or the pioneers. And they were the builders of the
nation. It will never serve the wives of the future, if we are to survive."
"Glenn, you rave!" ejaculated Carley, not knowing whether to laugh or be
grave. "You were talking of humble housewifely things."
"Precisely. The humble things that were the foundation of the great nation
of Americans. I meant work and children."
Carley could only stare at him. The look he flashed at her, the sudden
intensity and passion of his ringing words, were as if he gave her a
glimpse into the very depths of him. He might have begun in fun, but he had
finished otherwise. She felt that she really did not know this man. Had he
The Call of the Canyon |
