|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
There are not enough damn redskins on the river to keep you prisoner."
"I think they managed to keep him long enough," remarked Silas Zane.
"Well, here comes the hero," said Colonel Zane, as Clarke entered, accompanied
by Captain Boggs, Major McColloch and Jonathan. "Any sign of Wetzel or the
Jonathan had not yet seen his brother, and he went over and seized Isaac's
hand and wrung it without speaking.
"There are no Indians on this side of the river," said Major McColloch, in
answer to the Colonel's question.
"Mr. Clarke, you do not seem impressed with your importance," said Colonel
Zane. "My sister said you did not tell her what part you took in Isaac's
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche:
Hark! Hark! How it groaneth with evil recollections! Or evil
Ah, I am sad along with thee, thou dusky monster, and angry with myself
even for thy sake.
Ah, that my hand hath not strength enough! Gladly, indeed, would I free
thee from evil dreams!--
And while Zarathustra thus spake, he laughed at himself with melancholy and
bitterness. What! Zarathustra, said he, wilt thou even sing consolation to
Ah, thou amiable fool, Zarathustra, thou too-blindly confiding one! But
thus hast thou ever been: ever hast thou approached confidently all that
Thus Spake Zarathustra
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson:
family friend, the director of their business, and, to a
degree elsewhere unknown in modern days, their king.
For some reason, Kelmar always shook his head at the mention
of Pine Flat, and for some days I thought he disapproved of
the whole scheme and was proportionately sad. One fine
morning, however, he met me, wreathed in smiles. He had
found the very place for me - Silverado, another old mining
town, right up the mountain. Rufe Hanson, the hunter, could
take care of us - fine people the Hansons; we should be close
to the Toll House, where the Lakeport stage called daily; it
was the best place for my health, besides. Rufe had been