|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard:
which I knew could belong to one place only--London, in December,
and at my side was Oro.
"Is this the climate of your wonderful city?" he asked, or
seemed to ask, in an aggrieved tone.
I replied that it was, for about three months in the year, and
began to look about me.
Soon I found my bearings. In front of me were great piles of
buildings, looking dim and mysterious in the fog, in which I
recognised the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey, for
both could be seen from where we stood in front of the
Westminster Bridge Station. I explained their identity to Oro.
When the World Shook
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
beast monarch of the realm where English kings had ruled. A
lion reigned, undisturbed, within a few miles of the seat of
one of the greatest governments the world has ever known,
his domain a howling wilderness, where yesterday fell the
shadows of the largest city in the world.
It was appalling; but my reflections upon this depressing
subject were doomed to sudden extinction. The lion had
For an instant he stood silent and motionless as one of the
mangy effigies at home, but only for an instant. Then, with
a most ferocious roar, and without the slightest hesitancy
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson:
If I had a hand like that, I would think shame. I tell you," he
went on, with a sudden chuckle, "I swear by the mass I believe Hugh
Ferryman took you for a maid."
"Nay, never!" cried the other, colouring high.
"A' did, though, for a wager!" Dick exclaimed. "Small blame to
him. Ye look liker maid than man; and I tell you more - y' are a
strange-looking rogue for a boy; but for a hussy, Jack, ye would be
right fair - ye would. Ye would be well favoured for a wench."
"Well," said Matcham, "ye know right well that I am none."
"Nay, I know that; I do but jest," said Dick. "Ye'll be a man
before your mother, Jack. What cheer, my bully! Ye shall strike