| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: stiff dignity to inspect an unhappy caterpillar, which
he presently devoured. For a moment Tarzan seemed
inclined to pursue the argument. He swaggered
truculently, stuck out his chest, roared and advanced
closer to the bull. It was with difficulty that Werper
finally persuaded him to leave well enough alone and
continue his way from the ancient city of the Sun
Worshipers.
The two searched for nearly an hour before they found
the narrow exit through the inner wall. From there the
well-worn trail led them beyond the outer fortification
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: people; which is tantamount to saying, that the people are to be
always children, and in a condition of tutelage; voluntary, if
possible: if not, of tutelage still. Of self-government, and
education of human beings into free manhood by the exercise of self-
government, free will, free thought--of this Fenelon had surely not
a glimpse. A generation or two passed by, and then the peoples of
Europe began to suspect that they were no longer children, but come
to manhood; and determined (after the example of Britain and
America) to assume the rights and duties of manhood, at whatever
risk of excesses or mistakes: and then "Telemaque" was relegated--
half unjustly--as the slavish and childish dream of a past age, into
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: The sin was mine, if any sin there was.
'Twas I who nurtured murder in my heart,
Sweetened my meats, seasoned my wine with it,
And in my fancy slew the accursed Duke
A hundred times a day. Why, had this man
Died half so often as I wished him to,
Death had been stalking ever through the house,
And murder had not slept.
But you, fond heart,
Whose little eyes grew tender over a whipt hound,
You whom the little children laughed to see
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