|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift:
that no ill accident will arrive to any in the chief Ministry.
As to the particular events I have mentioned, the readers may judge
by the fulfilling of them, whether I am on the level with common
astrologers, who, with an old paltry cant, and a few pothooks for
planets, to amuse the vulgar, have, in my opinion, too long been
suffered to abuse the world. But an honest physician ought not to
be despised because there are such things as mountebanks. I hope I
have some share of reputation, which I would not willingly forfeit
for a frolic or humour; and I believe no gentleman who reads this
paper will look upon it to be of the same cast or mould with the
common scribblers that are every day hawked about. My fortune has
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac:
petitions for mercy; "how can I take upon myself to withdraw the
application for that man. If I suppress the paper I cut off his head."
He held out the petition; de Grandville took it, looked it over, and
"We can't suppress it; but be sure of one thing, if you ask all you
will obtain nothing."
"Have we time to consult Michu?" asked Bordin.
"Yes. The order for execution comes from the office of the attorney-
general; I will see that you have some days. We kill men," he said
with some bitterness, "but at least we do it formally, especially in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
The raider had no carbine. He held aloft a gun ready to level it
and fire. He sat the saddle as if it were a stationary seat. Gale
saw Ladd lean down and drop the .405 in the sand. He would take
no chances of wounding Belding's best-loved horse.
Then Gale sat transfixed with suspended breath watching the horses
thundering toward him. Blanco Diablo was speeding low, fleet as
an antelope, fierce and terrible in his devilish action, a horse for
war and blood and death. He seemed unbeatable. Yet to see the
magnificently running Blanco Sol was but to court a doubt. Gale
stood spellbound. He might have shot the raider; but he never
thought of such a thing. The distance swiftly lessened. Plain it