| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: shoved her into her cell, next to Wolfe's, and shut the door.
Along the wall of her cell there was a crack low down by the
floor, through which she could see the light from Wolfe's. She
had discovered it days before. She hurried in now, and,
kneeling down by it, listened, hoping to hear some sound.
Nothing but the rasping of the tin on the bars. He was at his
old amusement again. Something in the noise jarred on her ear,
for she shivered as she heard it. Hugh rasped away at the bars.
A dull old bit of tin, not fit to cut korl with.
He looked out of the window again. People were leaving the
market now. A tall mulatto girl, following her mistress, her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: an arsenal for the material of war, with water and provisions, and
fortified its sides by walls studded with volcanic glass and by
other devices, till it seemed well nigh impossible that any should
be able to force them while a score of men still lived to offer a
defence.
It was on one night in the early summer, having bid farewell to
Otomie and taking my son with me, for he was now of an age when,
according to the Indian customs, lads are brought face to face with
the dangers of battle, that I despatched the appointed companies to
their stations on the brow of the precipice, and sallied into the
darksome mouth of the pass with the few hundred men who were left
Montezuma's Daughter |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Economist by Xenophon: I was rich, you laughed at me as if I had no idea what riches were,
and you were not happy till you had cross-examined me and forced me to
confess that I do not possess the hundredth part of what you have; and
now you are imploring me to be your patron, and to stint no pains to
save you from becoming absolutely and in very truth a pauper.[8]
[8] Or, "literally beggared."
Crit. Yes, Socrates, for I see that you are skilled in one lucrative
operation at all events--the art of creating a surplus. I hope,
therefore, that a man who can make so much out of so little will not
have the slightest difficulty in creating an ample surplus out of an
abundance.
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