|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin:
Sclnvartz stood by the brink of the Golden River, its waves were
black like thunder clouds, but their foam was like fire; and the
roar of the waters below and the thunder above met as he cast the
flask into the stream. And as he did so the lightning glared in his
eyes, and the earth gave way beneath him, and the waters closed over
his cry. And the moaning of the river rose wildly into the night as
it gushed over the
TWO BLACK STONES
HOW LITTLE GLUCK SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION
TO THE GOLDEN RIVER, AND HOW HE PROSPERED
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp:
children may not understand what is said and done before them,
and have no interest in it at the time, and though they may forget
it at once and for years, yet these things that they have seen
and heard and not noticed have after all impressed themselves
for ever on their minds, <81> and when they are men and women come
crowding back with surprising and often painful distinctness,
and away frisk all the cherished little illusions in flocks.
I had an awful reverence for my grandfather.
He never petted, and he often frowned, and such people are
generally reverenced. Besides, he was a just man, everybody said;
a just man who might have been a great man if he had chosen,
Elizabeth and her German Garden
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
he removed them - "I beg you to pardon the intrusion of a perfect
stranger. I offer you my very genuine apologies. My excuse is
that I come from a - I hope I am not overstepping the bounds in
using the term - mutual friend." Rhoda Gray snorted disdainfully.
"Aw, cut out de boudoir talk, an' get down to cases!" she croaked.
"Who are youse, anyway?"
The young man had gray eyes - and they lighted up now humorously.
"Boudoir? Ah - yes! Of course! Awfully neat!" His eyes, from
the chair that held the candle, strayed around the scantily
furnished, murky garret as though in search of a seat, and finally
rested inquiringly on Rhoda Gray.