|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne:
"Bring the bally thing along!" cried the captain.
And they went on deck.
An ugly brute of a modern man-of-war lay just without the reef,
now quite inert, now giving a flap or two with her propeller.
Nearer hand, and just within, a big white boat came skimming
to the stroke of many oars, her ensign blowing at the stern.
"One word more," said Wicks, after he had taken in the scene.
"Mac, you've been in China ports? All right; then you can
speak for yourself. The rest of you I kept on board all the time
we were in Hongkong, hoping you would desert; but you fooled
me and stuck to the brig. That'll make your lying come easier."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac:
fault, in part owing to historical veracity. Plenty of things in
real life are superlatively uninteresting; so that it is one-half
of art to select from realities those which contain possibilities
In 1819 I was traveling from Paris to Moulins. The state of my
finances obliged me to take an outside place. Englishmen, as you
know, regard those airy perches on the top of the coach as the
best seats; and for the first few miles I discovered abundance of
excellent reasons for justifying the opinion of our neighbors. A
young fellow, apparently in somewhat better circumstances, who
came to take the seat beside me from preference, listened to my
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin:
not appear that a breath of wind had ever blown. The thin
edges of the great leaves of the banana, damp with spray,
were unbroken, instead of being, as is so generally the case,
split into a thousand shreds. From our position, almost
suspended on the mountain side, there were glimpses into the
depths of the neighbouring valleys; and the lofty points of
the central mountains, towering up within sixty degrees of
the zenith, hid half the evening sky. Thus seated, it was
a sublime spectacle to watch the shades of night gradually
obscuring the last and highest pinnacles.
Before we laid ourselves down to sleep, the elder Tahitian
The Voyage of the Beagle