|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
duck can find us a key of some sort."
Lord Godalming's brows contracted, and he stood up and walked about the room.
By-and-by he stopped and said, turning from one to another of us,
"Quincey's head is level. This burglary business is getting serious.
We got off once all right, but we have now a rare job on hand.
Unless we can find the Count's key basket."
As nothing could well be done before morning, and as it would be at least
advisable to wait till Lord Godalming should hear from Mitchell's, we decided
not to take any active step before breakfast time. For a good while we
sat and smoked, discussing the matter in its various lights and bearings.
I took the opportunity of bringing this diary right up to the moment.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
One already turned away and was examining other victims,
evidently with the intention of selecting the next subject.
Those at the table had their backs toward me. But for the
creature walking toward us I might have escaped that moment.
Slowly the thing approached me, when its attention was
attracted by a huge slave chained a few yards to my right.
Here the reptile stopped and commenced to go over the poor
devil carefully, and as it did so its back turned toward me
for an instant, and in that instant I gave two mighty leaps
that carried me out of the chamber into the corridor beyond,
down which I raced with all the speed I could command.
At the Earth's Core
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald:
allowance ... simple little nut....
Through the smoke and the air of solemn, dense earnestness that
filled the room would come the inevitable helpless cry:
"I don't get it! Repeat that, Mr. Rooney!" Most of them were so
stupid or careless that they wouldn't admit when they didn't
understand, and Amory was of the latter. He found it impossible
to study conic sections; something in their calm and tantalizing
respectability breathing defiantly through Mr. Rooney's fetid
parlors distorted their equations into insoluble anagrams. He
made a last night's effort with the proverbial wet towel, and
then blissfully took the exam, wondering unhappily why all the
This Side of Paradise