| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: by thy ceaseless wars, to lament thee-- without having extended
the knowledge of thy subjects-- without having done aught to
enlarge their happiness."
"But not without renown, monk--not without the tears of the lady
of my love! These consolations, which thou canst neither know
nor estimate, await upon Richard to his grave."
"DO I not know, CAN I not estimate the value of minstrel's praise
and of lady's love?" retorted the hermit, in a tone which for a
moment seemed to emulate the enthusiasm of Richard himself.
"King of England," he continued, extending his emaciated arm,
"the blood which boils in thy blue veins is not more noble than
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain: weal and woe into his impotent hands; and in the
other case, a man lies bedded with death and worms
four generations, and that qualifies him for office in the
celestial camp. Does the king's grace approve of this
strange law?"
The king said:
"Why, truly I see naught about it that is strange.
All places of honor and of profit do belong, by natural
right, to them that be of noble blood, and so these
dignities in the army are their property and would be
so without this or any rule. The rule is but to mark a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: sticking straight up in the air.
I turned to Harry, and in spite of myself smiled at what I
saw. He stood with his right arm upraised, holding his spear
ready. His left foot was placed well and gracefully forward, and
his body bent to one side like the classic javelin-thrower. And
ten feet in front of him the other Inca had fallen flat on his face
on the ground with arms extended in mute supplication for quarter.
"What shall I do?" asked Harry. "Let him have it?"
"Can you?"
"The fact is, no. Look at the poor beggar--scared silly. But
we can't let him go."
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