|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain:
about its ruined towers, or visit its interior shows--the
great Heidelberg Tun, for instance. Everybody has heard
of the great Heidelberg Tun, and most people have seen it,
no doubt. It is a wine-cask as big as a cottage, and some
traditions say it holds eighteen thousand bottles, and other
traditions say it holds eighteen hundred million barrels.
I think it likely that one of these statements is
a mistake, and the other is a lie. However, the mere
matter of capacity is a thing of no sort of consequence,
since the cask is empty, and indeed has always been empty,
history says. An empty cask the size of a cathedral could
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac:
who had attempted to make himself their master. None of them, however,
would have said a word to Florine; on the contrary, they praised Raoul
"Nathan," they said, "has the shoulders of an Atlas; he'll pull
himself through; all will come right."
"There were two new subscribers yesterday," said Blondet, gravely.
"Raoul will certainly be elected deputy. As soon as the budget is
voted the dissolution is sure to take place."
But Nathan, sued, could no longer obtain even usury; Florine, with all
her personal property attached, could count on nothing but inspiring a
passion in some fool who might not appear at the right moment.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
was none; but he remembered the shapes, the points, the notches
of rock above. Before he reached the ruins of splintered
ramparts and jumbles of broken walls the moon topped the
eastern slope of the mountain, and the mystifying blackness he
had dreaded changed to magic silver light. It seemed as light
as day, only soft, mellow, and the air held a transparent
sheen. He ran up the bare ridges and down the smooth slopes,
and, like a goat, jumped from rock to rock. In this light he
knew his way and lost no time looking for a trail. He crossed
the divide and then had all downhill before him. Swiftly he
descended, almost always sure of his memory of the landmarks.
The Lone Star Ranger