|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates:
from the road and not from the pavement- Munich is very
particular- and got in. As I sat back in the dark corner, the
opposite door opened. The light of the offside lamps showed me
two big, brown eyes, a dear, puzzled face, half wondering, half
wanting to laugh, and a row of white teeth catching a red upper
lip that trembled in a smile. The next moment their owner
stepped quickly in, the driver let in his clutch with a jerk, and
my unwitting companion was projected heavily into the corner- not
mine- she had been about to occupy.
She swore gently.
"That's right," said I.
The Brother of Daphne
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde:
But you are quite right, Dorian. I should have shown
myself more of an artist. It was foolish of me, and yet I
couldn't help it. Oh, don't leave me, don't leave me."
A fit of passionate sobbing choked her. She crouched on
the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his
beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiselled lips curled
in exquisite disdain. There is always something ridiculous
about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
Sibyl Vane seemed to him to be absurdly melodramatic.
Her tears and sobs annoyed him.
"I am going," he said at last in his calm clear voice.
The Picture of Dorian Gray
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo:
acquiring both wealth and honour. We committed, however, one great
error in setting out, for having equipped our ships for
privateering, and taken no merchandise on board, we could not touch
at any of the ports of the Red Sea. The patriarch, impatient to be
gone, took leave in the most tender manner of the governor and his
other friends, recommended our voyage to the Blessed Virgin, and in
the field, before we went on shipboard, made a short exhortation, so
moving and pathetic, that it touched the hearts of all who heard it.
In the evening we went on board, and early the next morning being
the 3rd of April, 1625, we set sail.
After some days we discovered about noon the island Socotora, where