|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne:
lay at my feet. I could see deep valleys intersecting each other in
every direction, precipices like low walls, lakes reduced to ponds,
rivers abbreviated into streams. On my right were numberless glaciers
and innumerable peaks, some plumed with feathery clouds of smoke. The
undulating surface of these endless mountains, crested with sheets of
snow, reminded one of a stormy sea. If I looked westward, there the
ocean lay spread out in all its magnificence, like a mere
continuation of those flock-like summits. The eye could hardly tell
where the snowy ridges ended and the foaming waves began.
I was thus steeped in the marvellous ecstasy which all high summits
develop in the mind; and now without giddiness, for I was beginning
Journey to the Center of the Earth
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne:
to de-spond by continual diversion; and the recreation of skating thus
opportunely provided, seemed just the thing to arouse the flagging spirits,
and to restore a wholesome excitement.
With dogged obstinacy, Isaac Hakkabut refused to take any
share either in the labors or the amusements of the colony.
In spite of the cold, he had not been seen since the day
of his arrival from Gourbi Island. Captain Servadac
had strictly forbidden any communication with him;
and the smoke that rose from the cabin chimney of the _Hansa_
was the sole indication of the proprietor being still on board.
There was nothing to prevent him, if he chose, from partaking
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
There's no name nor mark on it, is there?'
She slipped on the torn thing, and sat dreamily looking out of the
window. The window was Open, the air of morning drifted in, and the
sound of birds. Birds flew continuously past. Then she saw Flossie
roaming out. It was morning.
Downstairs she heard him making the fire, pumping water, going out at
the back door. By and by came the smell of bacon, and at length he came
upstairs with a huge black tray that would only just go through the
door. He set the tray on the bed, and poured out the tea. Connie
squatted in her torn nightdress, and fell on her food hungrily. He sat
on the one chair, with his plate on his knees.
Lady Chatterley's Lover