| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: than ever before.
To escape as far as possible from the mad ravings of the
fever-stricken Russian, Jane Porter had descended from the
shelter to the foot of the tree--she dared not venture farther.
Here, beside the crude ladder Clayton had constructed for her,
she sat looking out to sea, in the always surviving hope
that a vessel might be sighted.
Her back was toward the jungle, and so she did not see
the grasses part, or the savage face that peered from between.
Little, bloodshot, close-set eyes scanned her intently,
roving from time to time about the open beach for indications
The Return of Tarzan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: was in working order. Rice, beside him, took from a valise a metal
sprayer of the sort used in combating insects; whilst Morgan uncased
the big-game rifle on which he relied despite his colleague's
warnings that no material weapon would be of help.
Armitage,
having read the hideous diary, knew painfully well what kind of
a manifestation to expect; but he did not add to the fright of
the Dunwich people by giving any hints or clues. He hoped that
it might be conquered without any revelation to the world of the
monstrous thing it had escaped. As the shadows gathered, the natives
commenced to disperse homeward, anxious to bar themselves indoors
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: Modeste looked at her dwarf with a perfectly stupid astonishment.
"Mademoiselle, you have wrapped your face in cotton-wool and a silk
handkerchief, but there's nothing the matter with you; and you have
put that thick veil on your bonnet to see some one yourself without
being seen."
"Where did you acquire all that perspicacity?" cried Modeste,
blushing.
"Moreover, mademoiselle, you have not put on your corset; a cold in
the head wouldn't oblige you to disfigure your waist and wear half a
dozen petticoats, nor hide your hands in these old gloves, and your
pretty feet in those hideous shoes, nor dress yourself like a beggar-
Modeste Mignon |
