|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Three or four were thus favoured on the day of our arrival:
substantial ladies airily attired in RIDIS. Each had a share of
copra, her PECULIUM, to dispose of for herself. The display in the
trade-room - hats, ribbbons, dresses, scents, tins of salmon - the
pride of the eye and the lust of the flesh - tempted them in vain.
They had but the one idea - tobacco, the island currency,
tantamount to minted gold; returned to shore with it, burthened but
rejoicing; and late into the night, on the royal terrace, were to
be seen counting the sticks by lamplight in the open air.
The king is no such economist. He is greedy of things new and
foreign. House after house, chest after chest, in the palace
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain:
collected upon LA FENE^TRE had increased the FINSTERNISS
ODER DER DUNKELHEIT, so that when I looked out I was
surprised to find that the daylight was considerable,
and that the BALRAGOOMAH would evidently rise before long.
Only the brightest of LES E'TOILES were still shining;
the sky was cloudless overhead, though small curling
mists lay thousands of feet below us in the valleys,
wreathed around the feet of the mountains, and adding
to the splendor of their lofty summits. We were soon
dressed and out of the house, watching the gradual approach
of dawn, thoroughly absorbed in the first near view
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
his hand he shall find another hand by it. When the world is against him,
another shall say, 'You and I.'" And the child trembled.
But another pressed close and said, "Let me touch; for I am Talent. I can
do all things--that have been done before. I touch the soldier, the
statesman, the thinker, and the politician who succeed; and the writer who
is never before his time, and never behind it. If I touch the child he
shall not weep for failure."
About the mother's head the bees were flying, touching her with their long
tapering limbs; and, in her brain-picture, out of the shadow of the room
came one with sallow face, deep-lined, the cheeks drawn into hollows, and a
mouth smiling quiveringly. He stretched out his hand. And the mother drew