|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:
again into the silence, along empty reaches, round the still bends,
between the high walls of our winding way, reverberating in
hollow claps the ponderous beat of the stern-wheel. Trees,
trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high;
and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream,
crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle
crawling on the floor of a lofty portico. It made you feel
very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing,
that feeling. After all, if you were small, the grimy
beetle crawled on--which was just what you wanted it to do.
Where the pilgrims imagined it crawled to I don't know.
Heart of Darkness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson:
calculations on the fly-leaves of books, or on the backs of
playbills, appeared to have been an idle sacrifice of time.
By these, he had variously computed the weekly takings of the
house, from sums as modest as five-and-twenty shillings, up
to the more majestic figure of a hundred pounds; and yet, in
despite of the very elements of arithmetic, here he was
making literally nothing.
This incongruity impressed him deeply and occupied his
thoughtful leisure on the balcony; and at last it seemed to
him that he had detected the error of his method. 'This,' he
reflected, 'is an age of generous display: the age of the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain:
"Well, she's worried, anyway. Says your uncle Silas is
like a changed man, on account of all this quarreling.
And the neighbors talk about it, and lay all the blame
on your uncle, of course, because he's a preacher and
hain't got any business to quarrel. Your aunt Sally
says he hates to go into the pulpit he's so ashamed;
and the people have begun to cool toward him, and he ain't
as popular now as he used to was."
"Well, ain't it strange? Why, Aunt Polly,
he was always so good and kind and moony and
absent-minded and chuckle-headed and lovable--why,