| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: exploit. Now it happens that an ambassador from the Hsiung-no
arrived in this kingdom only a few days ago, and the result is
that the respectful courtesy extended towards us by our royal
host has disappeared. Should this envoy prevail upon him to
seize our party and hand us over to the Hsiung-no, our bones will
become food for the wolves of the desert. What are we to do?'
With one accord, the officers replied: 'Standing as we do in
peril of our lives, we will follow our commander through life and
death.' For the sequel of this adventure, see chap. XII. ss. 1,
note.]
52. We cannot enter into alliance with neighboring princes
The Art of War |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the movement of the lashing tail nor the notes of the growl.
To her they seemed to indicate nothing but bestial rage
while to Tarzan of the Apes they were conciliatory and reas-
suring in the extreme. And then she saw Numa move forward
again until his nose touched the man's naked leg and she closed
her eyes and covered them with her palms. For what seemed
an eternity she waited for the horrid sound of the conflict
which she knew must come, but all she heard was an explosive
sigh of relief from Smith-Oldwick and a half-hysterical "By
Jove! Just fancy it!"
She looked up to see the great lion rubbing his shaggy head
Tarzan the Untamed |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: was a window about three or four feet from the floor, protected by
rusty iron bars which had been sawed through, leaving the opening
free. It was a small window, but it was large enough to allow a man
of much greater size than Muller to pass through it. The detective
blew out his candle and climbed up onto the window sill. He found
himself outside, in a corner of the churchyard. A thicket of heavy
bushes grown up over neglected graves completely hid the opening
through which he had come. There were thorns on these bushes and
also a few scattered roses, dark yellow roses.
Muller walked thoughtfully through the churchyard. The sexton sat
huddled in an unhappy heap at the gate. He looked up in alarm as he
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