|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:
"And he?" he asked.
"M. de La Tour d'Azyr's obligations... " she was beginning: then
she broke off to answer shortly: "Oh, he refused."
"So, so. He must, of course, whatever it may have cost him. Yet
in his place I should have counted the cost as nothing. But men
are different, you see." He sighed. "Also in your place, had that
been so, I think I should have left the matter there. But then... "
"I don't understand you, Andre."
"I am not so very obscure. Not nearly so obscure as I can be. Turn
it over in your mind. It may help to comfort you presently." He
consulted his watch again. "Pray use this house as your own. I
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
but don't they look good?"
There was a wild whoop from the lungs of the advancing
cavalrymen. Pesita's troops answered it with a scattering
volley, and a moment later the Americans were among them in
that famous revolver charge which is now history.
Daylight had come revealing to the watchers in the
ranchhouse the figures of the combatants. In the thick of the fight
loomed the giant figure of a man in nondescript garb which
more closely resembled the apparel of the Pesitistas than it did
the uniforms of the American soldiery, yet it was with them he
fought. Barbara's eyes were the first to detect him.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
"We can attend to them later."Then we ascended to Lucy's room.
For an instant or two we paused at the door to listen, but there was
no sound that we could hear. With white faces and trembling hands,
we opened the door gently, and entered the room.
How shall I describe what we saw? On the bed lay two women,
Lucy and her mother. The latter lay farthest in, and she
was covered with a white sheet, the edge of which had been
blown back by the drought through the broken window, showing
the drawn, white, face, with a look of terror fixed upon it.
By her side lay Lucy, with face white and still more drawn.
The flowers which had been round her neck we found upon