| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: like my brother, seemed inclined to loiter in the place. There
was no fresh news of the invaders from Mars.
At that time the road was crowded, but as yet far from
congested. Most of the fugitives at that hour were mounted
on cycles, but there were soon motor cars, hansom cabs, and
carriages hurrying along, and the dust hung in heavy clouds
along the road to St. Albans.
It was perhaps a vague idea of making his way to Chelms-
ford, where some friends of his lived, that at last induced my
brother to strike into a quiet lane running eastward. Presently
he came upon a stile, and, crossing it, followed a footpath
War of the Worlds |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: had told Celia everything, with a strong representation how important
it was that Dorothea should not know it sooner than was inevitable.
But Mr. Brooke had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not
long remain passive where action had been assigned to her; she knew
the purport of her husband's will made at the time of their marriage,
and her mind, as soon as she was clearly conscious of her position,
was silently occupied with what she ought to do as the owner
of Lowick Manor with the patronage of the living attached to it.
One morning when her uncle paid his usual visit, though with an unusual
alacrity in his manner which he accounted for by saying that it
was now pretty certain Parliament would be dissolved forthwith,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: enough slack out of the knot to eventually permit of his
withdrawing one of his hands. Night came. They brought him
neither food nor drink. He wondered if they expected him to
live on nothing for a year. The bites of the vermin grew less
annoying though not less numerous. The Hon. Morison saw a ray of
hope in this indication of future immunity through inoculation.
He still worked weakly at his bonds, and then the rats came.
If the vermin were disgusting the rats were terrifying.
They scurried over his body, squealing and fighting.
Finally one commenced to chew at one of his ears. With an
oath, the Hon. Morison struggled to a sitting posture.
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