|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
that nigger Edwards, right here in Wellston. He's got a ton of
bullets in him. Doesn't seem to mind them none. And there's
Cole Miller. I've seen him. Been a bad man in his day. They say
he packs twenty-three bullets. But he's bigger than you--got
more flesh.... Funny, wasn't it, Buck, about the doctor only
bein' able to cut one bullet out of you--that one in your
breastbone? It was a forty-one caliber, an unusual cartridge. I
saw it, and I wanted it, but Miss Longstreth wouldn't part with
it. Buck, there was a bullet left in one of Poggin's guns, and
that bullet was the same kind as the one cut out of you. By
gum! Boy, it'd have killed you if it'd stayed there."
The Lone Star Ranger
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon:
your nature, but now much more so, when I see that you are in love
with one who does not wanton in luxury or languish in effeminacy,
but who displays to all his strength, his hardihood, his courage, and
sobriety of soul. To be enamoured of such qualities as these is a
proof itself of a true lover's nature.
 Lit. "many a foreign visitor likewise."
 See the Attic type of character, as drawn by Pericles, Thuc. ii.
Whether indeed Aphrodite be one or twain in personality, the
heavenly and the earthly, I cannot tell, for Zeus, who is one and
indivisible, bears many titles. But this thing I know, that these
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
had revealed. She stood gazing at the faded photograph for a
time and then bethought herself of the ammunition for which she
had come. Turning again to the box she rummaged to the bottom
and there in a corner she came upon a little box of cartridges.
A single glance assured her that they were intended for the weapon
she had thrust inside the band of her riding breeches, and slipping
them into her pocket she turned once more for an examination of the
baffling likeness of herself that she held in her hand.
As she stood thus in vain endeavor to fathom this inexplicable
mystery the sound of voices broke upon her ears. Instantly she
was all alert. They were coming closer! A second later she
The Son of Tarzan