| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: strode up and down so wildly, that Amyas had to warn them that
there was no need to betray themselves; that the Spaniards might
not find them after all; that they might pass the stockade close
without seeing it; that, unless they hit off the track at once,
they would probably return to their ship for the present; and
exacted a promise from them that they would be perfectly silent
till he gave the word to fire.
Which wise commands had scarcely passed his lips, when, in the path
below, glanced the headpiece of a Spanish soldier, and then another
and another.
"Fools!" whispered Amyas to Cary; "they are coming up in single
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: "French," says he.
"Well," said I, "I'm sorry, but I can't do anything there."
He tried me awhile in the French, and then again in native, which
he seemed to think was the best chance. I made out he was after
more than passing the time of day with me, but had something to
communicate, and I listened the harder. I heard the names of Adams
and Case and of Randall - Randall the oftenest - and the word
"poison," or something like it, and a native word that he said very
often. I went home, repeating it to myself.
"What does fussy-ocky mean?" I asked of Uma, for that was as near
as I could come to it.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: Let Venus go and chuck her dainty page,
And kiss his mouth, and toss his curly hair,
With net and spear and hunting equipage
Let young Adonis to his tryst repair,
But me her fond and subtle-fashioned spell
Delights no more, though I could win her dearest citadel.
Ay, though I were that laughing shepherd boy
Who from Mount Ida saw the little cloud
Pass over Tenedos and lofty Troy
And knew the coming of the Queen, and bowed
In wonder at her feet, not for the sake
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