| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: with her metal armlets. Yet still he drew her toward him,
until both were suddenly startled by a hideous growl that
rumbled from the dark wood close behind them.
CHAPTER X
KAR KOMAK, THE BOWMAN
As Carthoris moved through the forest toward the distant
cliffs with Thuvia's hand still tight pressed in his,
he wondered a little at the girl's continued silence,
yet the contact of her cool palm against his was so
pleasant that he feared to break the spell of her
new-found reliance in him by speaking.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: things he knows can never really come to pass!
Chichikov's servants also found the mansion to their taste, and, like
their master, speedily made themselves at home in it. In particular
did Petrushka make friends with Grigory the butler, although at first
the pair showed a tendency to outbrag one another--Petrushka beginning
by throwing dust in Grigory's eyes on the score of his (Petrushka's)
travels, and Grigory taking him down a peg or two by referring to St.
Petersburg (a city which Petrushka had never visited), and Petrushka
seeking to recover lost ground by dilating on towns which he HAD
visited, and Grigory capping this by naming some town which is not to
be found on any map in existence, and then estimating the journey
Dead Souls |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: fine teeth, and laughing till the rafters rang. Any ship, to
be sure, with a hundredth part as many holes in it as our
barrack, must long ago have gone to her last port. Up to
that time I had always imagined Mrs. Hanson's loquacity to be
mere incontinence, that she said what was uppermost for the
pleasure of speaking, and laughed and laughed again as a kind
of musical accompaniment. But I now found there was an art
in it, I found it less communicative than silence itself. I
wished to know why Ronalds had come; how he had found his way
without Rufe; and why, being on the spot, he had not
refreshed his title. She talked interminably on, but her
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