| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac: wanton, melancholy, or satirical, to their words.
One seemed to be saying--"The frozen heart of age might kindle at
my beauty."
Another--"I love to lounge upon cushions, and think with rapture
of my adorers."
A third, a neophyte at these banquets, was inclined to blush. "I
feel remorse in the depths of my heart! I am a Catholic, and
afraid of hell. But I love you, I love you so that I can
sacrifice my hereafter to you."
The fourth drained a cup of Chian wine. "Give me a joyous life!"
she cried; "I begin life afresh each day with the dawn. Forgetful
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: backs, one of which is the depressing influence exerted
by the everlasting shade of the Land of Awful Shadow.
The farther inland we went the darker it became,
until we were moving at last through an endless twi-
light. The vegetation here was sparse and of a weird,
colorless nature, though what did grow was wondrous
in shape and form. Often we saw huge lidi, or beasts
of burden, striding across the dim landscape, browsing
upon the grotesque vegetation or drinking from the
slow and sullen rivers that run down from the Lidi
Plains to empty into the sea in Thuria.
Pellucidar |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: From the back of one of the foremost horses a slender figure dropped and
darted toward the prisoner at the stake. Surely that wildly flying hair proved
this was not a warrior. Swift as a flash of light this figure reached the
stake, the blazing fagots scattered right and left; a naked blade gleamed; the
thongs fell from the prisoner's wrists; and the front ranks of the Hurons
opened and closed on the freed man. The deliverer turned to the gaping
Indians, disclosing to their gaze the pale and beautiful face of Myeerah, the
Wyandot Princes.
"Summon your chief," she commanded.
The tall form of the Seneca chief moved from among the warriors and with slow
and measured tread approached the maiden. His bearing fitted the leader of
Betty Zane |
