| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: loyal subjects."
He hesitated. "Their presence here," he added, "may
prove an antidote to the ambitions of others who lately have
taken it upon themselves to rule Lutha for me."
There was no mistaking the king's meaning, but Prince
Ludwig did not show by any change of expression that the
shot had struck him in a vulnerable spot; nor, upon the other
hand, did he ignore the insinuation. There was only sorrow
in his voice when he replied.
"Sire," he said, "for some time I have been aware of the
activity of those who would like to see Peter of Blentz re-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: that is included, said he.)--Now death, continued the logician, being
nothing but the stagnation of the blood--
I deny the definition--Death is the separation of the soul from the body,
said his antagonist--Then we don't agree about our weapons, said the
logician--Then there is an end of the dispute, replied the antagonist.
The civilians were still more concise: what they offered being more in the
nature of a decree--than a dispute.
Such a monstrous nose, said they, had it been a true nose, could not
possibly have been suffered in civil society--and if false--to impose upon
society with such false signs and tokens, was a still greater violation of
its rights, and must have had still less mercy shewn it.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: streaming past his shelter. The storm came with a low, soft, hissing
roar, like the sound in a sea-shell magnified. Breathing through the
handkerchief Hare avoided inhaling the sand which beat against his face,
but the finer dust particles filtered through and stifled him. At first
he felt that he would suffocate, and he coughed and gasped; but
presently, when the thicker sand-clouds had passed, he managed to get air
enough to breathe. Then he waited patiently while the steady seeping
rustle swept by, and the band of his hat sagged heavier, and the load on
his shoulders had to be continually shaken off, and the weighty trap
round his feet crept upward. When the light, fine touch ceased he
removed the covering from his face to see himself standing nearly to his
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