|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson:
She looked at me over the rim with an extraordinary expression. 'I
hope ye liked it?' said she.
'It is even a magnificent wine,' said I.
'Aweel, it was my father laid it down,' said she. 'There were few
knew more about port wine than my father, God rest him!' She
settled herself in a chair with an alarming air of resolution.
'And so there is some particular direction that you wish to go in?'
'O,' said I, following her example, 'I am by no means such a
vagrant as you suppose. I have good friends, if I could get to
them, for which all I want is to be once clear of Scotland; and I
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London:
we were just getting over when you arrived. Just as luck would
have it, the Jessie caught the contagion as well. Berande has been
very unfortunate. All the old-timers shake their heads at it.
They say it has what you Americans call a hoodoo on it."
"Berande will succeed," Joan said stoutly. "I like to laugh at
superstition. You'll pull through and come out the big end of the
horn. The ill luck can't last for ever. I am afraid, though, the
Solomons is not a white man's climate."
"It will be, though. Give us fifty years, and when all the bush is
cleared off back to the mountains, fever will be stamped out;
everything will be far healthier. There will be cities and towns
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London:
In the centre, crouched before a slow-smoking fire, in the littered
ashes of a thousand fires, was an old man who blinked apathetically
at the invaders. He was extremely old--so old that his withered
skin hung about him in loose folds and did not look like skin. His
hands were bony claws, his emaciated face a sheer death's-head.
His task, it seemed, was to tend the fire, and while he blinked at
them he added to it a handful of dead and mouldy wood. And hung in
the smoke they found the object of their search. Joan turned and
stumbled out hastily, deathly sick, reeling into the sunshine and
clutching at the air for support.
"See if all are there," she called back faintly, and tottered