| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells: a little strutting futility in a windy waste of
incomprehensible destinies replaced it. Abruptly it was
perfectly clear to him that this revolt against Ostrog was
premature, foredoomed to failure, the impulse of
passionate inadequacy against inevitable things. He
thought of that swift flight of aeroplanes like the swoop
of Fate towards him. He was astonished that he could
have seen things in any other light. In that final
emergency he debated, thrust debate resolutely aside,
determined at all costs to go through with the thing
he had undertaken. And he could find no word to
When the Sleeper Wakes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: not to be borne. He had sat down appalled, thinking: "What shall
I do now?"
His courage had oozed out of him. Speaking the truth meant the
Moorsoms going away at once - while it seemed to him that he would
give the last shred of his rectitude to secure a day more of her
company. He sat on - silent. Slowly, from confused sensations,
from his talk with the professor, the manner of the girl herself,
the intoxicating familiarity of her sudden hand-clasp, there had
come to him a half glimmer of hope. The other man was dead. Then!
. . . Madness, of course - but he could not give it up. He had
listened to that confounded busybody arranging everything - while
Within the Tides |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: later stop for an instant to look for the purpose of seeing what
was up in jungleland; and just before doing so he would, for a
few steps, slow down from a gallop to a trot. McMillan was
watching for this symptom.
"Now!" he yelled, when he saw it.
Instantly Michael threw his weight into the right rein and
against the brake. We swerved so violently to the right and
stopped so suddenly that I nearly landed on the broad prairies.
The manoeuvre fetched us up broadside. The small black syce-and
heaven knows how HE had managed to hang on-darted to the heads
of the leading mules. At the same moment the wildebeeste turned,
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