| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of the last jeddaks of Barsoom."
Thuvia struggled to free herself from his embrace.
"Stop, creature!" she cried. "Stop! I do not love you.
Stop, or I shall scream for help!"
Tario laughed in her face.
"`Scream for help,'" he mimicked. "And who within the halls
of Lothar is there who might come in answer to your call?
Who would dare enter the presence of Tario, unsummoned?"
"There is one," she replied, "who would come, and, coming,
dare to cut you down upon your own throne, if he thought
that you had offered affront to Thuvia of Ptarth!"
 Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: and so on. The priesthood earn their salaries as
the agents for these valuable social arrangements.
Their theology is thrown in as a sort of intellectual
diversion, like the ritual of a benevolent organization.
There are some who get excited about this part of it,
just as one hears of Free-Masons who believe that the sun
rises and sets to exemplify their ceremonies. Others take
their duties more quietly, and, understanding just
what it all amounts to, make the best of it, like you
and me."
Theron assented to the philosophy and the compliment
 The Damnation of Theron Ware |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: aiming to make himself appear greater than he has the credit of being.
Thus, as often happens, the man is entirely out of keeping with the
products of his thought. The author of these naive, caressing, tender
little lyrics, these calm idylls pure and cold as the surface of a
lake, these verses so essentially feminine, is an ambitious little
creature in a tightly buttoned frock-coat, with the air of a diplomat
seeking political influence, smelling of the musk of aristocracy, full
of pretension, thirsting for money, already spoiled by success in two
directions, and wearing the double wreath of myrtle and of laurel. A
government situation worth eight thousand francs, three thousand
francs' annuity from the literary fund, two thousand from the Academy,
 Modeste Mignon |