|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac:
I cannot!" he cried, flinging away the weapon, which buried itself in
"Well, then! have mercy! have pity!" she said. "You hesitate to be my
death, and you refuse me life! Oh! father, never have I loved you as I
do at this moment; give me Luigi! I ask for your consent upon my
knees: a daughter can humiliate herself before her father. My Luigi,
give me my Luigi, or I die!"
The violent excitement which suffocated her stopped her words, for she
had no voice; her convulsive movements showed plainly that she lay, as
it were, between life and death. Bartolomeo roughly pushed her from
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
shall never be able to catch up with it. But here
is a house by the roadside, so why go farther?"
"Where is the house, Bungle?"
"Just here beside us, Scraps."
Ojo was now able to see a small house near
the pathway. It was dark and silent, but the boy
was tired and wanted to rest, so he went up to
the door and knocked.
"Who is there?" cried a voice from within.
"I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are
Miss Scraps Patchwork and the Glass Cat," he
The Patchwork Girl of Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
the bodies of dead and dying foes toward the gorgeous
throne of the Martian deity. Hordes of the doughtiest
fighting-men of the First Born poured from the audience to
check our progress. We mowed them down before us as they
had been paper men.
"To the seats, some of you!" I cried as we approached
the arena's barrier wall. "Ten of us can take the throne,"
for I had seen that Issus' guards had for the most part
entered the fray within the arena.
On both sides of me the prisoners broke to left and
right for the seats, vaulting the low wall with dripping
The Gods of Mars