|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin:
eyed it deliberately, drank, and passed on. And a dark gray cloud
came over the sun, and long, snakelike shadows crept up along the
mountain sides. Hans struggled on. The sun was sinking, but its
descent seemed to bring no coolness; the leaden height of the dead
air pressed upon his brow and heart, but the goal was near. He saw
the cataract of the Golden River springing from the hillside
scarcely five hundred feet above him. He paused for a moment to
breathe, and sprang on to complete his task.
At this instant a faint cry fell on his ear. He turned, and
saw a gray-haired old man extended on the rocks. His eyes were
sunk, his features deadly pale and gathered into an expression of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris:
was reached and passed; the freight, nearly emptied by now,
and much shortened, rolled along the shores of Owen Lake.
At a place called Keeler it stopped definitely. It was the
terminus of the road.
The town of Keeler was a one-street town, not unlike Iowa
Hill--the post-office, the bar and hotel, the Odd Fellows'
Hall, and the livery stable being the principal buildings.
"Where to now?" muttered McTeague to himself as he sat on
the edge of the bed in his room in the hotel. He hung the
canary in the window, filled its little bathtub, and watched
it take its bath with enormous satisfaction. "Where to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte:
wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my
expense. Well, it is - swarming with ghosts and goblins! You have
reason in shutting it up, I assure you. No one will thank you for
a doze in such a den!'
'What do you mean?' asked Heathcliff, 'and what are you doing? Lie
down and finish out the night, since you ARE here; but, for
heaven's sake! don't repeat that horrid noise: nothing could
excuse it, unless you were having your throat cut!'
'If the little fiend had got in at the window, she probably would
have strangled me!' I returned. 'I'm not going to endure the
persecutions of your hospitable ancestors again. Was not the