| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Court Life in China by Isaac Taylor Headland: floors. On the canopied verandas there were stacks of cakes,
incense, fruit and money. These were the most novel sights I have
ever seen in China. They were ten or twelve feet high. They were
a very pretty sight, and it required some scrutiny to discover
that they were made of cakes and fruit. How they were able to
build them thus, tier upon tier, and prevent their falling when
they were touched is beyond my comprehension. What magic there is
in it I do not know.
As one entered the door of the sacrificial hall, towering above
everything else, was the great catafalque, draped in cloth of
gold, and in front of it were stacks of these sacrificial cakes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: of dawn.
V. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO.
IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery,
and I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue
of tumultuous dreams,--dreams of guns and howling mobs,--and became
sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay
listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts.
Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects
being thrown about, a violent creaking and the rattling of chains.
I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round,
and a foamy yellow-green wave flew across the little round
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: She crossed the castle-yard to the wood-cellar, her steps
printing the thick hoarfrost. A scathing breeze blew out of
the north-east and slowly carried a regiment of black and
tattered clouds over the face of heaven, which was already
kindled with the wild light of morning, but where she walked,
in shelter of the ruins, the flame of her candle burned
steady. The extreme cold smote upon her conscience. She
could not bear to think this bitter business fell usually to
the lot of one so old as Jonathan, and made desperate
resolutions to be earlier in the future.
The fire was a good blaze before he entered, limping dismally
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