| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: kind. I had lived in terror and desolation. And now,
at the sight of my kind, I was overcome with gladness,
and I ran wildly toward them.
Then it was that a strange thing happened. Some one of
the Folk saw me and uttered a warning cry. On the
instant, crying out with fear and panic, the Folk fled
away. Leaping and scrambling over the rocks, they
plunged into the mouths of the caves and
disappeared...all but one, a little baby, that had been
dropped in the excitement close to the base of the
bluff. He was wailing dolefully. His mother dashed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Second Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln: Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations
have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great
contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies
of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress
of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known
to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory
and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction
in regard to it is ventured.
On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts
were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it--
all sought to avert it. While the inaugural address was being delivered
Second Inaugural Address |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: for her hypnotic effort, and after a longer and more serious
effort on the part of Van Helsing than has been usually necessary,
she sank into the trance. Usually she speaks on a hint,
but this time the Professor had to ask her questions, and to
ask them pretty resolutely, before we could learn anything.
At last her answer came.
"I can see nothing. We are still. There are no waves lapping,
but only a steady swirl of water softly running against
the hawser. I can hear men's voices calling, near and far,
and the roll and creak of oars in the rowlocks.
A gun is fired somewhere, the echo of it seems far away.
Dracula |
