|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
armory," answered one of the bachelors, looking up.
The brawling of the squires was a jest to all the adjoining part
of the house. So the heads were withdrawn again, some laughing at
the "sparring of the cockerels."
But it was no jesting matter to poor Myles.
I have no intention to describe the fight between Myles Falworth
and Walter Blunt. Fisticuffs of nowadays are brutal and debasing
enough, but a fight with a sharp-edged broadsword was not only
brutal and debasing, but cruel and bloody as well.
From the very first of the fight Myles Falworth was palpably and
Men of Iron
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
progenitors, derived through an unbroken succession of eggs; or
else this individual Chanticleer and his two wives had grown to
be humorists, and a little crack-brained withal, on account of
their solitary way of life, and out of sympathy for Hepzibah,
Queer, indeed, they looked! Chanticleer himself, though stalking
on two stilt-like legs, with the dignity of interminable descent in
all his gestures, was hardly bigger than an ordinary partridge; his
two wives were about the size of quails; and as for the one chicken,
it looked small enough to be still in the egg, and, at the same
time, sufficiently old, withered, wizened, and experienced, to have
House of Seven Gables
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Master Key by L. Frank Baum:
The centrifugal force which propelled him was evidently, for some
reason, greatly accelerated, for the scenery of the country he was
crossing glided by him at so rapid a rate of speed that it nearly took
his breath away.
"I wonder if I've passed Vienna in the night," he thought. "It ought
not to have taken me more than a few hours to reach there from Paris."
Vienna was at that moment fifteen hundred miles behind him; but Rob's
geography had always been his stumbling block at school, and he had
not learned to gage the speed of the traveling machine; so he was
completely mystified as to his whereabouts.
Presently a village having many queer spires and minarets whisked by
The Master Key