| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: "Ah, Mr. Gilbert! since first he went to Guinea after those poor
negroes, little lightness has my heart known; and the very day that
that crest was put up in our grand new house, as the parson read
the first lesson, there was this text in it, Mr. Gilbert, 'Woe to
him that buildeth his house by iniquity, and his chambers by wrong.
Shalt thou live because thou closest thyself in cedar?' And it
went into my ears like fire, Mr. Gilbert, and into my heart like
lead; and when the parson went on, 'Did not thy father eat and
drink, and do judgment and justice? Then it was well with him,' I
thought of good old Captain Will; and--I tell you, Mr. Gilbert,
those negroes are on my soul from morning until night! We are all
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: battered panthan the erstwhile gorgeous Prince of Helium;
but the sleepless nights, the long days of marching and
fighting, the wounds and the dried blood had evidently
sufficed to obliterate the last remnant of his likeness
to his former self; and then Vas Kor had seen him but twice
in all his life. Little wonder that he did not know him.
During the evening Vas Kor announced that on
the morrow they should depart north toward Dusar,
picking up recruits at various stations along the way.
In a great field behind the house a flier lay--a fair-
sized cruiser-transport that would accommodate many men,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne: undertaking. It was a case of some intricacy. A very ancient
woman, in a white short gown and a green petticoat, with a string
of gold beads about her neck, and what looked like a nightcap
on her head, had brought a quantity of yarn to barter for the
commodities of the shop. She was probably the very last person
in town who still kept the time-honored spinning-wheel in constant
revolution. It was worth while to hear the croaking and hollow
tones of the old lady, and the pleasant voice of Phoebe, mingling
in one twisted thread of talk; and still better to contrast their
figures,--so light and bloomy,--so decrepit and dusky,--with only
the counter betwixt them, in one sense, but more than threescore
House of Seven Gables |
