|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris:
out into a place of terror and vacancy and darkness. And then
after a long time the return of reason, the consciousness that
his feet were set upon the road to Los Muertos, and that he was
fleeing terror-stricken, gasping, all but insane with hysteria.
Then the never-to-be-forgotten night that ensued, when he
descended into the pit, horrified at what he supposed he had
done, at one moment ridden with remorse, at another raging
against his own feebleness, his lack of courage, his wretched,
vacillating spirit. But morning had come, and with it the
knowledge that he had failed, and the baser assurance that he was
not even remotely suspected. His own escape had been no less
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
I saw amongst them was his notebook, and was was going to ask him to let
me look at it, for I knew that I might find some clue to his trouble,
but I suppose he must have seen my wish in my eyes, for he sent me
over to the window, saying he wanted to be quite alone for a moment.
"Then he called me back, and he said to me very solemnly,
`Wilhelmina', I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has
never called me by that name since he asked me to marry him,
`You know, dear, my ideas of the trust between husband and wife.
There should be no secret, no concealment. I have had a great shock,
and when I try to think of what it is I feel my head spin round,
and I do not know if it was real of the dreaming of a madman.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Damien by Robert Louis Stevenson:
named a Saint, it will be in virtue of one work: your letter to the
Reverend H. B. Gage.
You may ask on what authority I speak. It was my inclement destiny
to become acquainted, not with Damien, but with Dr. Hyde. When I
visited the lazaretto, Damien was already in his resting grave.
But such information as I have, I gathered on the spot in
conversation with those who knew him well and long: some indeed who
revered his memory; but others who had sparred and wrangled with
him, who beheld him with no halo, who perhaps regarded him with
small respect, and through whose unprepared and scarcely partial
communications the plain, human features of the man shone on me