|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells:
denouncing the shortsighted timidity of the Martians.
So some respectable dodo in the Mauritius might have
lorded it in his nest, and discussed the arrival of that shipful
of pitiless sailors in want of animal food. "We will peck them
to death tomorrow, my dear."
I did not know it, but that was the last civilised dinner
I was to eat for very many strange and terrible days.
The most extraordinary thing to my mind, of all the
strange and wonderful things that happened upon that
War of the Worlds
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James:
"Well, you shan't lie down for them. You've got to go - that's
what you've got to do," said Morgan.
"And what will become of you?"
"Oh I'm growing up. I shall get off before long. I'll see you
"You had better let me finish you," Pemberton urged, lending
himself to the child's strange superiority.
Morgan stopped in their walk, looking up at him. He had to look up
much less than a couple of years before - he had grown, in his
loose leanness, so long and high. "Finish me?" he echoed.
"There are such a lot of jolly things we can do together yet. I
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac:
past eleven at night, two young women were sitting before the
fireplace of a boudoir hung with blue velvet of that tender shade,
with shimmering reflections, which French industry has lately learned
to fabricate. Over the doors and windows were draped soft folds of
blue cashmere, the tint of the hangings, the work of one of those
upholsterers who have just missed being artists. A silver lamp studded
with turquoise, and suspended by chains of beautiful workmanship, hung
from the centre of the ceiling. The same system of decoration was
followed in the smallest details, and even to the ceiling of fluted
blue silk, with long bands of white cashmere falling at equal
distances on the hangings, where they were caught back by ropes of