|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson:
might be spared, and sent a lieutenant to Mataafa with a warning.
The camp was already excited by the news and the trophies of
Fangalii. Already Tamasese and Lotoanuu seemed secondary
objectives to the Germans and Apia. Mullan's message put an end to
hesitation. Laulii was evacuated. The troops streamed westward by
the mountain side, and took up the same day a strong position about
Tanungamanono and Mangiangi, some two miles behind Apia, which they
threatened with the one hand, while with the other they continued
to draw their supplies from the devoted plantations of the German
firm. Laulii, when it was shelled, was empty. The British flags
were, of course, fired upon; and I hear that one of them was struck
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley:
of youth, on the chance of winning a noble name, than to live
at ease like the sheep, and die unloved and unrenowned.'
Then that strange lady laughed, and held up her brazen
shield, and cried: 'See here, Perseus; dare you face such a
monster as this, and slay it, that I may place its head upon
And in the mirror of the shield there appeared a face, and as
Perseus looked on it his blood ran cold. It was the face of
a beautiful woman; but her cheeks were pale as death, and her
brows were knit with everlasting pain, and her lips were thin
and bitter like a snake's; and instead of hair, vipers
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini:
army that he might win the great man's favour.
"I have told your lordship," said Blake, froth on his lips, "that the
twenty men I had from you, as well as Ensign Norris, are dead in
Bridgwater, and that my plan to carry off King Monmouth has come to
ruin, all because we were betrayed by this woman. It is now my further
privilege to point out to your lordship the man to whom she sold us."
Feversham misliked Sir Rowland's arrogant tone, misliked his angry,
scornful glance. His eyes narrowed, the laughter faded slowly from his
"Yes, yes, I remember," said he; "t'is lady, you have tole us, betray
you. Ver' well. But you have not tole us who betray you to t'is lady."