|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
readily; he clamours for it, if we keep him waiting. But the leg
still drags. I set this down to a temporary paralysis which will
soon disappear. Two days after, he refuses his food. Wrapping
himself in his stoicism and his rumpled feathers, the Sparrow
hunches into a ball, now motionless, now twitching. My girls take
him in the hollow of their hands and warm him with their breath.
The spasms become more frequent. A gasp proclaims that all is
over. The bird is dead.
There was a certain coolness among us at the evening-meal. I read
mute reproaches, because of my experiment, in the eyes of my home-
circle; I read an unspoken accusation of cruelty all around me.
The Life of the Spider
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard:
of some past empire that has been destroyed, either through your
agency or otherwise. No good can come of such ambitions. Like
Bastin, for your soul's sake I pray you to let them be."
"What Humphrey says I repeat," said Yva. "My Father, although
you know it not, you seek great evil, and from these hopes you
sow you will harvest nothing save a loss of which you do not
dream. Moreover, your plans will fail. Now I who am, like
yourself, of the Children of Wisdom, have spoken, for the first
and last time, and my words are true. I pray you give them
weight, my Father."
Oro heard, and grew furious.
When the World Shook
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber:
Ivy's eyes searched the shop for a tall, golden-haired form in
a soiled baseball suit.
"We'd like to see a gentleman named Schlachweiler--Rudolph
Schlachweiler," said Pa Keller.
"Anything very special?" inquired the proprietor.
"He's--rather busy just now. Wouldn't anybody else do? Of course,
"No," growled Keller.
The boss turned. "Hi! Schlachweiler!" he bawled toward the
rear of the dim little shop.
"Yessir," answered a muffled voice.
Buttered Side Down