|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson:
a dollar or two, could walk in before a battle and array himself in
silk or velvet. Casualties were not common; there was nothing to
cast gloom upon the camps, and no more danger than was required to
give a spice to the perpetual firing. For the young warriors it
was a period of admirable enjoyment. But the anxiety of Mataafa
must have been great and growing. His force was now considerable.
It was scarce likely he should ever have more. That he should be
long able to supply them with ammunition seemed incredible; at the
rates then or soon after current, hundreds of pounds sterling might
be easily blown into the air by the skirmishers in the course of a
few days. And in the meanwhile, on the mountain opposite, his
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James:
there's another man in the house who's the actuality!" - when he
uttered this short sincere protest it was with the sense that she
would see in the words neither mock humility nor the impatience of
a successful man bored with praise.
"You mean Mr. St. George - isn't he delightful?"
Paul Overt met her eyes, which had a cool morning-light that would
have half-broken his heart if he hadn't been so young. "Alas I
don't know him. I only admire him at a distance."
"Oh you must know him - he wants so to talk to you," returned Miss
Fancourt, who evidently had the habit of saying the things that, by
her quick calculation, would give people pleasure. Paul saw how
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe:
outrageous creature which danced and sung in his agony; and many
others there were. Scarce a day or night passed over but some dismal
thing or other happened at the end of that Harrow Alley, which was a
place full of poor people, most of them belonging to the butchers or to
employments depending upon the butchery.
Sometimes heaps and throngs of people would burst out of the alley,
most of them women, making a dreadful clamour, mixed or
compounded of screeches, cryings, and calling one another, that we
could not conceive what to make of it. Almost all the dead part of the
night the dead-cart stood at the end of that alley, for if it went in it
could not well turn again, and could go in but a little way. There, I
A Journal of the Plague Year