| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: live to the end of their days as governors-general on a foreign
soil.[4] The days were when their sole anxiety was to fit themselves
to lead the rest of Hellas. But nowadays they concern themselves much
more to wield command than to be fit themselves to rule. And so it has
come to pass that whereas in old days the states of Hellas flocked to
Lacedaemon seeking her leadership[5] against the supposed wrongdoer,
now numbers are inviting one another to prevent the Lacedaemonians
again recovering their empire.[6] Yet, if they have incurred all these
reproaches, we need not wonder, seeing that they are so plainly
disobedient to the god himself and to the laws of their own lawgiver
Lycurgus.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: seeming avenue of escape, and at last, with a muttered oath,
he straightened up and throwing back his shoulders in a ges-
ture of defiance, he walked slowly and deliberately down the
center of the courtyard. One of the prowling lions turned
from the side wall and moved toward the center directly in
the man's path, but Smith-Oldwick was committed to what he
considered his one chance, for even temporary safety, and so
he kept on, ignoring the presence of the beast. The lion
slouched to his side and sniffed him and then, growling, he
bared his teeth.
Smith-Oldwick drew the pistol from his shirt. "If he has
Tarzan the Untamed |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: He wings another Dream for flight. . . .
He seeks beyond the outmost dawn
A god he set there . . . and, anon,
Drags that god from the height!
. . . . . .
But aye from ruined faiths and old
That droop and die, fall bruised seeds;
And when new flowers and faiths unfold
They're lovelier flowers, they're kindlier creeds.
THE AWAKENING
THE steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer
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