| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: Alcide, "and Heaven preserve you from telgas."
The two reporters held out their hands to Michael with
the intention of cordially shaking his, when the sound of a
carriage was heard outside. Almost immediately the door
was flung open and a man appeared.
It was the traveler of the berlin, a military-looking man,
apparently about forty years of age, tall, robust in figure,
broad-shouldered, with a strongly-set head, and thick mus-
taches meeting red whiskers. He wore a plain uniform.
A cavalry saber hung at his side, and in his hand he held a
short-handled whip.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: octagon, or eight-square, and is 150 feet in its circumference; the
roof bearing all upon one small marble pillar in the centre, which
you may shake with your hand; and it is hardly to be imagined it
can be any great support to the roof, which makes it the more
curious (it is not indeed to be matched, I believe, in Europe).
From hence directing my course to the seaside in pursuit of my
first design--viz., of viewing the whole coast of England--I left
the great road and went down the east side of the river towards New
Forest and Lymington; and here I saw the ancient house and seat of
Clarendon, the mansion of the ancient family of Hide, ancestors of
the great Earl of Clarendon, and from whence his lordship was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: utter stillness of potency and delicate flesh. How beautiful! How
beautiful! Her hands came timorously down his back, to the soft,
smallish globes of the buttocks. Beauty! What beauty! a sudden little
flame of new awareness went through her. How was it possible, this
beauty here, where she had previously only been repelled? The
unspeakable beauty to the touch of the warm, living buttocks! The life
within life, the sheer warm, potent loveliness. And the strange weight
of the balls between his legs! What a mystery! What a strange heavy
weight of mystery, that could lie soft and heavy in one's hand! The
roots, root of all that is lovely, the primeval root of all full
beauty.
 Lady Chatterley's Lover |