| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: that these two were the assassins so eagerly sought for by the
police, and it seemed clear also that the murder had been done in
Paris. But what had become of this couple, in what street, in
what house in Paris had the crime been committed? These were
questions the police were powerless to answer.
The year 1889 came to an end, the murderers were still at large.
But on January 21, 1890, M. Goron found lying on his table a
large letter bearing the New York postmark. He opened it, and to
his astonishment read at the end the signature "Michel Eyraud."
It was a curious letter, but undoubtedly genuine. In it Eyraud
protested against the suspicions directed against himself; they
A Book of Remarkable Criminals |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: Edg. Give me your hand.
Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Exeunt.
Scene VII.
A tent in the French camp.
Enter Cordelia, Kent, Doctor, and Gentleman.
Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short
And every measure fail me.
Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpaid.
All my reports go with the modest truth;
King Lear |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: giving him no opportunity to feed, and driving him on and on.
The hairless ape-thing with the man scent was worst of all,
for he had even the temerity to advance upon the ground
to within a few yards of the Lord of the Jungle, that he
might with greater accuracy and force hurl the sharp bits
of granite and the heavy sticks at him. Time and again
did Numa charge--sudden, vicious charges--but the lithe,
active tormentor always managed to elude him and with such
insolent ease that the lion forgot even his great hunger
in the consuming passion of his rage, leaving his meat
for considerable spaces of time in vain efforts to catch
The Jungle Tales of Tarzan |
