| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne: To the soup succeeded the peccaries, which Pencroft insisted on carving
himself, and of which he served out monstrous portions to each of the
guests.
These suckling-pigs were really delicious, and Pencroft was devouring his
share with great gusto, when all at once a cry and an oath escaped him.
"What's the matter?" asked Cyrus Harding.
"The matter? the matter is that I have just broken a tooth!" replied the
sailor.
"What, are there pebbles in your peccaries?" said Gideon Spilett.
"I suppose so," replied Pencroft, drawing from his lips the object which
had cost him a grinder!--
The Mysterious Island |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: words are always words of truth."
"Is he alive?" asked the Frogman, much interested in the Pink Bear.
"Something animates him when you turn his crank," replied the King.
"I do not know if it is life or what it is or how it happens that the
Little Pink Bear can answer correctly every question put to him. We
discovered his talent a long time ago, and whenever we wish to know
anything--which is not very often--we ask the Pink Bear. There is no
doubt whatever, madam, that Ugu the Magician has your dishpan, and if
you dare to go to him, you may be able to recover it. But of that I
am not certain."
"Can't the Pink Bear tell?" asked Cayke anxiously.
The Lost Princess of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: graceful and harmonious in outline and coloring; there was nothing
conspicuous about her, nothing exaggerated--a word now dropping out of
use, to be replaced by the word 'artistic,' used by fools as current
coin. In short, Tullia looked like a gentlewoman. At thirty-seven she
had reached the prime of a Frenchwoman's beauty. At this moment the
celebrated oval of her face was divinely pale; she had laid her hat
aside; I could see a faint down like the bloom of fruit softening the
silken contours of a cheek itself so delicate. There was a pathetic
charm about her face with its double cluster of fair hair; her
brilliant gray eyes were veiled by a mist of tears; her nose,
delicately carved as a Roman cameo, with its quivering nostrils; her
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