|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard:
can refuse to come out of the house to-morrow morning until you are
quite sure. And now let us eat some supper, for we shall not make
matters better by going hungry. Hans, bring the food."
So we ate, or made pretence to eat, and I, being thirsty, drank two cups
of the black coffee dashed with spirit to serve as milk. After this I
grew strangely sleepy. The last thing I remember was Marie looking at
me with her beautiful eyes, that were full--ah! so full of tender love,
and kissing me again and again upon the lips.
I dreamed all sorts of dreams, rather pleasant dreams on the whole.
Then I woke up by degrees to find myself in an earthen pit shaped like a
bottle and having the remains of polished sides to it. It made me think
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw:
Jackson, late of this parish, was born, lived, and died worth
enough money to pay a mason to distinguish their bones from those
of the unrecorded millions. To gratify Jansenius I waived this
objection, and only interfered to save him from being fleeced and
fooled by an unnecessary West End middleman, who, as likely as
not, would have eventually employed the very man to whom I gave
the job. Even the epitaph was not mine. If I had had my way I
should have written: "HENRIETTA JANSENIUS WAS BORN ON SUCH A
DATE, MARRIED A MAN NAMED TREFUSIS, AND DIED ON SUCH ANOTHER
DATE; AND NOW WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHETHER SHE DID OR NOT?" The
whole notion conveyed in the book that I rode rough-shod over
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
"Here is water," he said. "But first let me remind you that
you maligned me before the girl--that you kept her to
yourself, and would not share her with me--"
Clayton interrupted him. "Stop!" he cried. Stop!
What manner of cur are you that you traduce the character
of a good woman whom we believe dead! God! I was a fool
ever to let you live--you are not fit to live even in
this vile land."
"Here is your water," said the Russian. "All you will
get," and he raised the basin to his lips and drank; what
was left he threw out upon the ground below. Then he turned
The Return of Tarzan