|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
the Thuria's nose to a horizontal plane, as with lever
drawn to the last notch, she tore through the thin air of
dying Mars toward the east and Ptarth.
Thirteen and a half thousand haads away lay Ptarth--a
stiff thirty-hour journey for the swiftest of fliers,
and between Dusar and Ptarth might lie half the navy
of Dusar, for in this direction was the reported seat of
the great naval battle that even now might be in progress.
Could Carthoris have known precisely where the great fleets
of the contending nations lay, he would have hastened
to them without delay, for in the return of Thuvia to
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne:
it was eleven in the morning. It ought to be the 28th of March.
The Nautilus went at a frightful pace, forty miles an hour. It literally
tore through the water. Where was Captain Nemo? Had he succumbed?
Were his companions dead with him? At the moment the manometer
indicated that we were not more than twenty feet from the surface.
A mere plate of ice separated us from the atmosphere. Could we not
break it? Perhaps. In any case the Nautilus was going to attempt it.
I felt that it was in an oblique position, lowering the stern,
and raising the bows. The introduction of water had been the means
of disturbing its equilibrium. Then, impelled by its powerful screw,
it attacked the ice-field from beneath like a formidable battering-ram.
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne:
He was conversing in the Danish language with a tall man, of robust
build. This fine fellow must have been possessed of great strength.
His eyes, set in a large and ingenuous face, seemed to me very
intelligent; they were of a dreamy sea-blue. Long hair, which would
have been called red even in England, fell in long meshes upon his
broad shoulders. The movements of this native were lithe and supple;
but he made little use of his arms in speaking, like a man who knew
nothing or cared nothing about the language of gestures. His whole
appearance bespoke perfect calmness and self-possession, not
indolence but tranquillity. It was felt at once that he would be
beholden to nobody, that he worked for his own convenience, and that
Journey to the Center of the Earth