|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne:
as the train began to slacken speed before Bishopstoke station.
'You had best get out at my door, and I can bring your friend.'
Mr Wickham, whom we left (as the reader has shrewdly suspected)
beginning to 'play billy' with the labels in the van, was a young
gentleman of much wealth, a pleasing but sandy exterior, and a
highly vacant mind. Not many months before, he had contrived to
get himself blackmailed by the family of a Wallachian Hospodar,
resident for political reasons in the gay city of Paris. A common
friend (to whom he had confided his distress) recommended him to
Michael; and the lawyer was no sooner in possession of the facts
than he instantly assumed the offensive, fell on the flank of the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
"It wouldn't look very well in a hole in the ground, would it?"
"Maybe not; but I'm used to sitting in it and I'd like to take it
with me," he answered. "But here come the ladies and gentlemen of the
court; so please sit beside me and be presented."
21. How the King Changed His Mind
Just then a rabbit band of nearly fifty pieces marched in, playing
upon golden instruments and dressed in neat uniforms. Following the
band came the nobility of Bunnybury, all richly dressed and hopping
along on their rear legs. Both the ladies and the gentlemen wore
white gloves upon their paws, with their rings on the outside of the
The Emerald City of Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
One--twice--thrice that terrifying cry rang out across the
teeming solitude of that unspeakably quick, yet unthinkably
Then, crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly around the
open circle, veering far away from the dead body lying before
the altar-drum, but, as he passed, keeping his little,
fierce, wicked, red eyes upon the corpse.
Another male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating
the horrid cries of his king, followed stealthily in his wake.
Another and another followed in quick succession until the
jungle reverberated with the now almost ceaseless notes of
Tarzan of the Apes