| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: CHAPTER XVI
THE SUPREME SACRIFICE
THROUGH the balance of the day and all during the long
night Billy Byrne swung along his lonely way, retracing the
familiar steps of the journey that had brought Barbara Harding
and himself to the little island in the turbulent river.
Just before dawn he came to the edge of the clearing
behind the dwelling of the late Oda Yorimoto. Somewhere
within the silent village he was sure that the two prisoners lay.
During the long march he had thrashed over again and
again all that the success of his rash venture would mean to
The Mucker |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce: calculating the chances of war. Then, "Sons of angels," he said, "the
die is cast! I shall suggest to the Ulema of the Imperial Ear that he
advise inaction. In the name of Allah, the council is adjourned."
UN-AMERICAN, adj. Wicked, intolerable, heathenish.
UNCTION, n. An oiling, or greasing. The rite of extreme unction
consists in touching with oil consecrated by a bishop several parts of
the body of one engaged in dying. Marbury relates that after the rite
had been administered to a certain wicked English nobleman it was
discovered that the oil had not been properly consecrated and no other
could be obtained. When informed of this the sick man said in anger:
"Then I'll be damned if I die!"
The Devil's Dictionary |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: self-respect won the day for him and, with a determined effort,
he lifted her high in the air, so that she lost her tenacious
hold of him, and sat her down with a thud in the very same chair
in which she had lately dropped his hat. Having acted with this
admirable resolution, he strode majestically toward the inner
hall, but before he could reach it, Zoie was again on her feet,
in a last vain effort to conciliate him. Turning, Alfred caught
sight of his poor battered hat. This was the final spur to
action. Snatching it up with one hand, and throwing his latchkey
on the table with the other, he made determinedly for the outer
door.
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