|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"I give ye your choice," says Alan. "Set me on dry ground in
Appin, or Ardgour, or in Morven, or Arisaig, or Morar; or, in
brief, where ye please, within thirty miles of my own country;
except in a country of the Campbells. That's a broad target. If
ye miss that, ye must be as feckless at the sailoring as I have
found ye at the fighting. Why, my poor country people in their
bit cobles pass from island to island in all weathers, ay,
and by night too, for the matter of that."
Coble: a small boat used in fishing.
"A coble's not a ship" sir" said the captain. "It has nae
draught of water."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome:
The little box of a room filled to a solid mass as
policemen, generals and ladies of the old regime threw
off their costumes, and, in their working clothes,
plain signalmen and engine-drivers, pressed round to listen.
When the act ended, one of the railwaymen went to the front of
the stage and announced that Radek, who had lately come back
after imprisonment in Germany for the cause of revolution, was going
to talk to them about the general state of affairs. I saw Radek
grin atthis forecast of his speech. I understood why, when he
began to speak. He led off by a direct and furious onslaught
on the railway workers in general, demanding work, work
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle:
find it as black as night, the lantern slung there having been
either blown out or dashed out into darkness. The prodigiously
dark space was full of uproar, the hubbub and confusion pierced
through and through by that keen sound of women's voices
screaming, one in the cabin and the other in the stateroom
beyond. Almost immediately Barnaby pitched headlong over two or
three struggling men scuffling together upon the deck, falling
with a great clatter and the loss of his pistol, which, however,
he regained almost immediately.
What all the uproar meant he could not tell, but he presently
heard Captain Manly's voice from somewhere suddenly calling out,
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates