| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Here a little knot of struggling warriors trampled a bed of
gorgeous pimalia; there the curved sword of a black man
found the heart of a thern and left its dead foeman at the
foot of a wondrous statue carved from a living ruby; yonder
a dozen therns pressed a single pirate back upon a bench of
emerald, upon whose iridescent surface a strangely beautiful
Barsoomian design was traced out in inlaid diamonds.
A little to one side stood Thuvia, the Thark, and I. The tide
of battle had not reached us, but the fighters from time to
time swung close enough that we might distinctly note them.
The black pirates interested me immensely. I had heard
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson: old Peter knew as little about this as I do. You see, I
succeeded to a prodigious accumulation of old law-papers and
old tin boxes, some of them of Peter's hoarding, some of his
father's, John, first of the dynasty, a great man in his day.
Among other collections were all the papers of the
Durrisdeers.'
'The Durrisdeers!' cried I. 'My dear fellow, these may be of
the greatest interest. One of them was out in the '45; one
had some strange passages with the devil - you will find a
note of it in Law's MEMORIALS, I think; and there was an
unexplained tragedy, I know not what, much later, about a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: at all, except a garden about the size of the Cemetery des
Innocents; and I should wait in all my glory till some rich
heiress, attracted by my good looks, rode along to marry me.
Then I should like to have three sons; I should make the
first a nobleman, like Athos; the second a good soldier,
like Porthos; the third an excellent abbe, like Aramis.
Faith! that would be a far better life than I lead now; but
Monsieur Mazarin is a mean wretch, who won't dispossess
himself of his diamond in my favor."
On entering the Rue Tiquetonne he heard a tremendous noise
and found a dense crowd near the house.
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