|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
reptile! atheist!" they cried, "you pollute the air."
"Come, let us take up stones and stone him," cried some.
"What affair is it of ours?" said others. "Let the idiot go," and went
away. But the rest gathered up stones and mud and threw at him. At last,
when he was bruised and cut, the hunter crept away into the woods. And it
was evening about him.
He wandered on and on, and the shade grew deeper. He was on the borders
now of the land where it is always night. Then he stepped into it, and
there was no light there. With his hands he groped; but each branch as he
touched it broke off, and the earth was covered with cinders. At every step
his foot sank in, and a fine cloud of impalpable ashes flew up into his
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
whistled through the air.
After another unsuccessful effort to destroy a section of the stockade-fence
the soldiers had retired. Their red jackets made them a conspicuous mark for
the sharp-eyed settlers. Capt. Pratt had been shot through the thigh. He
suffered great pain, and was deeply chagrined by the surprising and formidable
defense of the garrison which he had been led to believe would fall an easy
prey to the King's soldiers. He had lost one-third of his men. Those who were
left refused to run straight in the face of certain death. They had not been
drilled to fight an unseen enemy. Capt. Pratt was compelled to order a retreat
to the river bluff, where he conferred with Girty.
Inside the block-house was great activity, but no confusion. That little band
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:
Semple again, and that settles the new sum they have to pay
us in differences. It is for us to say what that price
shall be. We'll decide on that when the time comes.
We most probably will just put it up another ten shillings,
and so take in just a simple 13,000 pounds. It's best
in the long run, I suppose, to go slow, with small
rises like that, in order not to frighten anybody.
So Semple says, at any rate."
"But why not frighten them?" Louisa asked. "I thought
you wanted to frighten them. You were full of that idea
a while ago."