|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott:
order to afford more convenience for the spectators.
The openings for the entry of the combatants were
at the northern and southern extremities of the lists,
accessible by strong wooden gates, each wide enough
to admit two horsemen riding abreast. At each of
these portals were stationed two heralds, attended
by six trumpets, as many pursuivants, and a strong
body of men-at-arms for maintaining order, and
ascertaining the quality of the knights who proposed
to engage in this martial game.
On a platform beyond the southern entrance,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells:
of strong preconceptions. Before the Martian invasion, as an
occasional reader here or there may remember, I had written
with some little vehemence against the telepathic theory.
The Martians wore no clothing. Their conceptions of orna-
ment and decorum were necessarily different from ours; and
not only were they evidently much less sensible of changes of
temperature than we are, but changes of pressure do not
seem to have affected their health at all seriously. Yet though
they wore no clothing, it was in the other artificial additions
to their bodily resources that their great superiority over man
lay. We men, with our bicycles and road-skates, our Lilienthal
War of the Worlds
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells:
It was still quite dark when his valet and Firmin came together
and told the ex-king Egbert that the business was settled.
He started up into a sitting position on the side of his bed.
'Did he go out?' asked the ex-king.
'He is dead,' said Firmin. 'He was shot.'
The ex-king reflected. 'That's about the best thing that could
have happened,' he said. 'Where are the bombs? In that
farm-house on the opposite hill-side! Why! the place is in sight!
Let us go. I'll dress. Is there any one in the place, Firmin, to
The Last War: A World Set Free