| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: poor Otobu do for the god who speaks to him out of the solid
wall?"
"This," replied Tarzan. "Two of us are coming into this
room. Help us prevent this man and woman from escaping
or raising an outcry that will bring others to their aid."
"I will help you," replied the Negro, "to keep them within
this room, but do not fear that their outcries will bring others.
These walls are built so that no sound may pass through, and
even if it did what difference would it make in this village
which is constantly filled with the screams of its mad people.
Do not fear their cries. No one will notice them. I go to do
Tarzan the Untamed |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: could kill him save by thrusting a corking pin into the sole of his
foot, and he always wore shoes with seven iron soles? Though cunning
devices did not avail him against Bernardo del Carpio, who knew all
about them, and strangled him in his arms at Roncesvalles. But putting
the question of his valour aside, let us come to his losing his
wits, for certain it is that he did lose them in consequence of the
proofs he discovered at the fountain, and the intelligence the
shepherd gave him of Angelica having slept more than two siestas
with Medoro, a little curly-headed Moor, and page to Agramante. If
he was persuaded that this was true, and that his lady had wronged
him, it is no wonder that he should have gone mad; but I, how am I
Don Quixote |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: his words were fulfilled. May the omen be an egg without meat; may it
never become fledged; may that bird never perch upon your roof, O
King!"
Now Dingaan trembled with fear, for the words of Chaka were in his
mind by night and by day; then he grew angry and bit his lip,
saying:--
"Thou fool, Mopo! canst thou not hear a raven croak at the gates of a
kraal but thou must needs go tell those who dwell within that he waits
to pick their eyes? Such criers of ill to come may well find ill at
hand, Mopo." He ceased, looked on me threateningly awhile, and went
on: "I did not speak of those words rolling by chance from a tongue
Nada the Lily |
