|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
to burn powder withal.
The strange sail passed out of sight behind the hill of Appledore;
and then there rose into the quiet evening air a cheer, as from a
hundred throats. Mrs. Leigh stood still, and listened. Another
gun thundered among the hills; and then another cheer.
It might have been twenty minutes before the vessel hove in sight
again round the dark rocks of the Hubbastone, as she turned up the
Bideford river. Mrs. Leigh had stood that whole time perfectly
motionless, a pale and scarcely breathing statue, her eyes fixed
upon the Viking's rock.
Round the Hubbastone she came at last. There was music on board,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells:
of the outer world was faded and changed to a child's story; and
they had ceased to concern themselves with anything beyond the
rocky slopes above their circling wall. Blind men of genius had
arisen among them and questioned the shreds of belief and tradition
they had brought with them from their seeing days, and had
dismissed all these things as idle fancies and replaced them with
new and saner explanations. Much of their imagination had
shrivelled with their eyes, and they had made for themselves new
imaginations with their ever more sensitive ears and finger-tips.
Slowly Nunez realised this: that his expectation of wonder and
reverence at his origin and his gifts was not to be borne out; and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris:
"What now?" shouted Moran, coming forward to meet them, her scowl
knotting her flashing eyes together. "Is this ship yours or mine?
We've done your dirty work for you. I want you clear of my deck."
Wilbur stood at her side, uncertain what to do, but ready for
anything she should attempt.
"I tink you catchum someting, smellum pretty big," said Hoang, his
ferret glance twinkling about the schooner.
"I catchum nothing--nothing but plenty bad stink," said Moran.
"No, you don't!" she exclaimed, putting herself in Hoang's way as
he made for the cabin. The other beach-combers came crowding up;
Wilbur even thought he saw one of them loosening his hatchet in