| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: drop to all fours before he could poke his head within the
aperture; but first he looked, listened, and sniffed in each
direction at his rear -- he would not be taken by surprise from
that quarter.
His first glance within the cave revealed a narrow tunnel
with daylight at its farther end. The interior of the tunnel
was not so dark but that the ape-man could readily see that
it was untenanted at present. Advancing cautiously he
crawled toward the opposite end imbued with a full realiza-
tion of what it would mean if Numa should suddenly enter
the tunnel in front of him; but Numa did not appear and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: you are going to the house soon you might take Miss Patty her
handkerchief. It's there under that table."
I took my mixture into the pantry and left it to cool. But as I
started back I stopped. He had got the handkerchief and was
standing in front of the fire, holding it in the palm of his hand
and looking at it. And all in a minute he crushed it to his face
with both hands and against the firelight I could see him
quivering.
I stepped back into the pantry and came out again noisily. He
was standing very calm and quiet where he had been before, and no
handkerchief in sight.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: The same man stooped to me; we rose from darkness,
And broke the accustomed order of our days,
And struck for the morning world, and warmth, and freedom. . . .
What does it mean? Why is this hint repeated?
What darkness does it spring from, seek to end?
You see me, then, pass up and down these stairways,
Now through a beam of light, and now through shadow,--
Pursuing silent ends. No rest there is,--
No more for me than you. I move here always,
From quiet room to room, from wall to wall,
Searching and plotting, weaving a web of days.
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