|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson:
inferiors; took off his bonnet to Mrs. Maclaren, but clapped it
on his head again to speak to Duncan; and leaving thus set
himself (as he would have thought) in a proper light, came to my
bedside and bowed.
"I am given to know, sir," says he, "that your name is Balfour."
"They call me David Balfour," said I, "at your service."
"I would give ye my name in return, sir" he replied, "but it's
one somewhat blown upon of late days; and it'll perhaps suffice
if I tell ye that I am own brother to James More Drummond or
Macgregor, of whom ye will scarce have failed to hear."
"No, sir," said I, a little alarmed; "nor yet of your father,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
They finish everything but imbecility and weakness, and that they
cultivate. They are nicely adapted machines for experimenting on the
question, 'Into how little space a human soul can be crushed?' I have seen
some souls so compressed that they would have fitted into a small thimble,
and found room to move there--wide room. A woman who has been for many
years in one of those places carries the mark of the beast on her till she
dies, though she may expand a little afterward, when she breathes in the
"Were you miserable?" he asked, looking at her with quick anxiety.
"I?--no. I am never miserable and never happy. I wish I were. But I
should have run away from the place on the fourth day, and hired myself to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer:
of the room.
Then it suddenly lengthened, and, craning my head to the left,
I saw a lithe, black-clad form, surmounted by a Yellow face,
sketchy in the moonlight, pressed against the window-panes!
One thin, brown hand appeared over the edge of the lowered sash,
which it grasped--and then another. The man made absolutely
no sound whatever. The second hand disappeared--and reappeared.
It held a small, square box. There was a very faint CLICK.
The dacoit swung himself below the window with the agility
of an ape, as, with a dull, muffled thud, SOMETHING dropped
upon the carpet!
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu