| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: and then shadow and flash came together and there was the sound of unseen
blows. The net went down before my frightened eyes. I sprang toward the
fighters, crying:
"For God's sake!"
But their locked bodies smote against my knees, and I was overthrown.
"You keep out of this, old man!"! heard the voice of Lloyd Inwood from out of
the emptiness. And then Paul's voice crying, "Yes, we've had enough of
peacemaking!"
From the sound of their voices I knew they had separated. I could not locate
Paul, and so approached the shadow that represented Lloyd. But from the other
side came a stunning blow on the point of my jaw, and I heard Paul scream
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain: with the incantation he had just used, you would find
that all the marbles you had ever lost had gathered
themselves together there, meantime, no matter how
widely they had been separated. But now, this thing
had actually and unquestionably failed. Tom's whole
structure of faith was shaken to its foundations. He
had many a time heard of this thing succeeding but
never of its failing before. It did not occur to him
that he had tried it several times before, himself, but
could never find the hiding-places afterward. He
puzzled over the matter some time, and finally decided
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: That she may make, vnmake, do what she list,
Euen as her Appetite shall play the God,
With his weake Function. How am I then a Villaine,
To Counsell Cassio to this paralell course,
Directly to his good? Diuinitie of hell,
When diuels will the blackest sinnes put on,
They do suggest at first with heauenly shewes,
As I do now. For whiles this honest Foole
Plies Desdemona, to repaire his Fortune,
And she for him, pleades strongly to the Moore,
Ile powre this pestilence into his eare:
Othello |
