| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: one of them, and then the other, backing away clear of
that point of death, turned and fled toward the palace
at his back.
Carthoris made no step to pursue. He had other concern
than the meting of even well-deserved punishment to strange
men who masqueraded in the metal of his own house,
for he had seen that these men were tricked out in
the insignia that marked his personal followers.
Turning quickly toward his flier, he was soon rising
from the plaza in pursuit of Thar Ban.
The red warrior whom he had put to flight turned in the
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: she was--roaming under the window where she sat writing letters or
talking, for she would take care to be busy when he passed, and evade
him, and pretend not to see him. Then he would turn smooth as silk,
affable, urbane, and try to win her so. Still she would hold off, and
now she would assert for a brief season some of those prides and airs
the due of her beauty which she was generally utterly without; would
turn her head; would look so, over her shoulder, always with some
Minta, Paul, or William Bankes at her side. At length, standing
outside the group the very figure of a famished wolfhound (Lily got up
off the grass and stood looking at the steps, at the window, where she
had seen him), he would say her name, once only, for all the world like
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: through a millstone than most,' said Shoesmith. 'Did
she, now?'
'She was honest-innocent of any nigromancin',' said
Hobden. 'Only she'd read signs and sinnifications out o'
birds flyin', stars fallin', bees hivin', and such. An, she'd
lie awake - listenin' for calls, she said.'
'That don't prove naught,' said Tom. 'All Marsh folk
has been smugglers since time everlastin'. 'Twould be in
her blood to listen out o' nights.'
'Nature-ally,' old Hobden replied, smiling. 'I mind
when there was smugglin' a sight nearer us than what
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