| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: I felt certain they would start searching for me at daylight.
There was no place to hide on those stony things--
and if there had been, what would have been the good?
But now I was clear of that ship, I was not going back.
So after a while I took off all my clothes, tied them up in a
bundle with a stone inside, and dropped them in the deep water
on the outer side of that islet. That was suicide enough for me.
Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself.
I meant to swim till I sank--but that's not the same thing.
I struck out for another of these little islands, and it
was from that one that I first saw your riding light.
The Secret Sharer |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a bit of flint and steel together, but for the most part
they ate their food raw. Marriage is unknown among them,
and while they have the word, mother, they did not know what
I meant by "father." The males fight for the favor of the
females. They practice infanticide, and kill the aged and
physically unfit.
The family consists of the mother and the children, the men
dwelling sometimes in one hut and sometimes in another.
Owing to their bloody duels, they are always numerically
inferior to the women, so there is shelter for them all.
We spent several hours in the village, where we were objects
Lost Continent |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: "What a plague ails you, Tony?" said he sharply. "You are as silent as
I am impatient for your news."
Wilding told him in brief, disdainful terms of the reception they had
given him at the Castle, and of how they had blamed him for the
circumstance that London had failed to proclaim itself for Monmouth.
Trenchard snarled viciously. "`Tis that mongrel Grey," said he. "Oh,
Anthony, to what an affair have we set our hands? Naught can prosper
with that fellow in it." He laid his hand on Wilding's arm and lowered
his voice. "As I have hinted before, `twould not surprise me if time
proved him a traitor. Failure attends him everywhere, and so unfailingly
that one wonders is not failure invited by him. And that fool Monmouth!
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