|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
the least his limbs and head were held by five priests, and a sixth
stood over him clasping a knife of obsidian in his two hands. It
flashed on high, and as it gleamed the torches were extinguished.
Then came the dull echo of a blow and a sound of groans, and all
was still, till once more the brides broke out into their marriage
song, a strange chant and a wild and sweet, though after what I had
seen and heard it had little power to move me.
They sang on in the darkness ever more loudly, till presently a
single torch was lit at the end of the chamber, then another and
another, though I could not see who lit them, and the room was a
flare of light. Now the altar, the victim, and the priests were
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske:
pass into the world of ghosts. Fijis and other contemporary
savages, when questioned, expressly declare that this is their
belief. "If an axe or a chisel is worn out or broken up, away
flies its soul for the service of the gods." The Algonquins
told Charlevoix that since hatchets and kettles have shadows,
no less than men and women, it follows, of course, that these
shadows (or souls) must pass along with human shadows (or
souls) into the spirit-land. In this we see how simple and
consistent is the logic which guides the savage, and how
inevitable is the genesis of the great mass of beliefs, to our
minds so arbitrary and grotesque, which prevail throughout the
Myths and Myth-Makers
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry:
the park was the brilliant electric sign "RESTAU-
RANT" -- "I am cashier in that restaurant you am
The girl consulted a tiny watch set in a bracelet of
rich design upon her left wrist, and rose, hurriedly.
She thrust her book into a glittering reticule sus-
pended from her waist, for which, however, the book
was too large.
"Why are you not at work?" she asked.
"I am on the night turn," said the young man;
it is yet an hour before my period begins. May I
The Voice of the City