|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson:
But down in the depths of the valley the day was not begun.
In the blue of the woody twilight burned red the cocoa-husk,
And the women and men of the clan went forth to bathe in the dusk,
A word that began to go round, a word, a whisper, a start:
Hope that leaped in the bosom, fear that knocked on the heart:
"See, the priest is not risen - look, for his door is fast!
He is going to name the victims; he is going to help us at last."
Thrice rose the sun to noon; and ever, like one of the dead,
The priest lay still in his house with the roar of the sea in his head;
There was never a foot on the floor, there was never a whisper of speech;
Only the leering tikis stared on the blinding beach.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf:
Lady Barborough, her great-aunt, but, oblivious of her surroundings,
she went on reading.
The clock, which had been wheezing for some minutes like an old
man preparing to cough, now struck nine. The sound slightly
disturbed certain somnolent merchants, government officials,
and men of independent means who were lying back in their chairs,
chatting, smoking, ruminating about their affairs, with their eyes
half shut; they raised their lids for an instant at the sound and then
closed them again. They had the appearance of crocodiles so fully
gorged by their last meal that the future of the world gives them
no anxiety whatever. The only disturbance in the placid bright
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson:
ledge was steeped in silver. Away up the canyon, a wild cat
welcomed us with three discordant squalls. But once we had
lit a candle, and began to review our improvements, homely in
either sense, and count our stores, it was wonderful what a
feeling of possession and permanence grow up in the hearts of
the lords of Silverado. A bed had still to be made up for
Strong, and the morning's water to be fetched, with clinking
pail; and as we set about these household duties, and showed
off our wealth and conveniences before the stranger, and had
a glass of wine, I think, in honour of our return, and
trooped at length one after another up the flying bridge of