|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin:
by their companions, and at last, one of the under caciques
being wounded, the bugle sounded a retreat. They retired to
their horses, and seemed to hold a council of war. This was
an awful pause for the Spaniards, as all their ammunition,
with the exception of a few cartridges, was expended. In
an instant the Indians mounted their horses, and galloped
out of sight. Another attack was still more quickly repulsed.
A cool Frenchman managed the gun; he stopped till the
Indians approached close, and then raked their line with
grape-shot: he thus laid thirty-nine of them on the ground;
and, of course, such a blow immediately routed the whole
The Voyage of the Beagle
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon:
so to blend the ages that the younger men must benefit largely by
the experience of the elder--an education in itself, and the more so
since by custom of the country conversation at the common meal has
reference to the honourable acts which this man or that man may have
performed in relation to the state. The scene, in fact, but little
lends itself to the intrusion of violence or drunken riot; ugly speech
and ugly deeds alike are out of place. Amongst other good results
obtained through this out-door system of meals may be mentioned these:
There is the necessity of walking home when the meal is over, and a
consequent anxiety not to be caught tripping under the influence of
wine, since they all know of course that the supper-table must be
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson:
She looked at me sidelong with a smile. "You see, you get copra,"
she said, the same as you might offer candies to a child.
"Uma," said I, "hear reason. I didn't know, and that's a fact; and
Case seems to have played it pretty mean upon the pair of us. But
I do know now, and I don't mind; I love you too much. You no go
'way, you no leave me, I too much sorry."
"You no love, me," she cried, "you talk me bad words!" And she
threw herself in a corner of the floor, and began to cry.
Well, I'm no scholar, but I wasn't born yesterday, and I thought
the worst of that trouble was over. However, there she lay - her
back turned, her face to the wall - and shook with sobbing like a