| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: into them, though I wouldn't have thought that
possible, for they fitted into the cowl perfectly.
The last gleam of light in the universe had gone,
pursued by a low exclamation of dismay from
Gambril. I groped for him and seized his arm.
How startlingly wasted it was.
"Never mind," I said. "You don't want the
light. All you need to do is to keep the wind,
when it comes, at the back of your head. You
understand?"
"Aye, aye, sir. . . . But I should like to have
 The Shadow Line |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: "I think it is," said Jim, quietly.
"What of Rose--the girl you were to marry?"
Joe glanced quickly at his brother. Jim's face paled slightly as he turned
away.
"I'll speak once more of her, and then, never again," he answered. "You knew
Rose better than I did. Once you tried to tell me she was too fond of
admiration, and I rebuked you; but now I see that your wider experience of
women had taught you things I could not then understand. She was untrue. When
you left Williamsburg, apparently because you had gambled with Jewett and
afterward fought him, I was not misled. You made the game of cards a pretense;
you sought it simply as an opportunity to wreak your vengeance on him for his
 The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Constantly we scanned the horizon for signs of smoke, venturing
guesses as to our chances of rescue; but darkness settled, and
the black night enveloped us without ever the sight of a speck
upon the waters.
We were thirsty, hungry, uncomfortable, and cold. Our wet
garments had dried but little and I knew that the girl must be
in grave danger from the exposure to a night of cold and wet
upon the water in an open boat, without sufficient clothing and
no food. I had managed to bail all the water out of the boat
with cupped hands, ending by mopping the balance up with my
handkerchief--a slow and back-breaking procedure; thus I had
 The Land that Time Forgot |