| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne: without being driven back as it was when it came in contact with the cliff.
At four o'clock in the morning, they reckoned that they had cleared about
five miles. The clouds were slightly raised, and the wind, though less
damp, was very sharp and cold. Insufficiently protected by their clothing,
Pencroft, Herbert and Spilett suffered cruelly, but not a complaint escaped
their lips. They were determined to follow Top, wherever the intelligent
animal wished to lead them.
Towards five o'clock day began to break. At the zenith, where the fog was
less thick, gray shades bordered the clouds; under an opaque belt, a
luminous line clearly traced the horizon. The crests of the billows were
tipped with a wild light, and the foam regained its whiteness. At the same
The Mysterious Island |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: my presumptuous aspirations than himself. When she was returned to
the silence and solitude of her own home, it would be my fittest
opportunity.
When Lawrence came, however, he was as reserved as ever on the
subject of my keen anxiety. He told me that his sister had derived
considerable benefit from her stay at F- that her son was quite
well, and - alas! that both of them were gone, with Mrs. Maxwell,
back to Staningley, and there they stayed at least three months.
But instead of boring you with my chagrin, my expectations and
disappointments, my fluctuations of dull despondency and flickering
hope, my varying resolutions, now to drop it, and now to persevere
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: dying! She is dying!"
Muller turned on the instant, for he had heard the door on the other
side of the hall open, and a tall slender man with a smooth face
and a deep scar on his right cheek stood on the threshold looking at
them in dazed surprise. For an instant only had he lost his control.
The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind
him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack
of the door and he pushed it open to let Muller enter. "Well done,"
cried the latter, and then he turned to the man in the room. "Here,
stop that. I can fire twice before you get the window open."
The man turned and walked slowly to the centre of the room, sinking
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