|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain:
disagreeable and disparaging. He went diligently about, laughing at
the town, individually and in mass. But his laugh was the only one
left in the village: it fell upon a hollow and mournful vacancy and
emptiness. Not even a smile was findable anywhere. Halliday
carried a cigar-box around on a tripod, playing that it was a
camera, and halted all passers and aimed the thing and said "Ready!
--now look pleasant, please," but not even this capital joke could
surprise the dreary faces into any softening.
So three weeks passed--one week was left. It was Saturday evening
after supper. Instead of the aforetime Saturday-evening flutter and
bustle and shopping and larking, the streets were empty and
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather:
into a giggle at a tintype of two men, uncomfortably seated,
with an awkward-looking boy in baggy clothes standing between them:
Jake and Otto and I! We had it taken, I remembered, when we went
to Black Hawk on the first Fourth of July I spent in Nebraska.
I was glad to see Jake's grin again, and Otto's ferocious moustaches.
The young Cuzaks knew all about them. `He made grandfather's coffin,
didn't he?' Anton asked.
`Wasn't they good fellows, Jim?' Antonia's eyes filled.
`To this day I'm ashamed because I quarrelled with Jake that way.
I was saucy and impertinent to him, Leo, like you are with
people sometimes, and I wish somebody had made me behave.'
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:
of development we had arrived at, `must necessarily appear
to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings--
we approach them with the might of a deity,' and so on, and so on.
`By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power
for good practically unbounded,' etc., etc. From that point
he soared and took me with him. The peroration was magnificent,
though difficult to remember, you know. It gave me the notion
of an exotic Immensity ruled by an august Benevolence.
It made me tingle with enthusiasm. This was the unbounded
power of eloquence--of words--of burning noble words.
There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current
Heart of Darkness