|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle:
by name Mrs. Anne Bolles, who, with three pleasant and agreeable
daughters, kept a very clean and well-served lodging house in the
outskirts of the town.
One morning, as our hero sat sipping his coffee, clad only in
loose cotton drawers, a shirt, and a jacket, and with slippers
upon his feet, as is the custom in that country, where everyone
endeavors to keep as cool as may be while he sat thus sipping his
coffee Miss Eliza, the youngest of the three daughters, came and
gave him a note, which, she said, a stranger had just handed in
at the door, going away again without waiting for a reply. You
may judge of Barnaby's surprise when he opened the note and read
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry:
to buy the kind you put into you? Skiddoo! Get
your mind off of money."
Evidently the poses of Talleyrand were not worth
one hundred cents on that dollar. But diplomacy is
dexterous. The artistic temperament of Mr. Peters
lifted him by the straps of his congress gaiters and
set him on new ground. He called up a look of des-
perate melancholy to his eyes.
"Clara," he said, hollowly, "to struggle further
is useless. You have always misunderstood me.
Heaven knows I have striven with all my might to
The Voice of the City
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells:
grotesque black eyes. At first he spoke slowly.
"Men and women of the new age," he said; "You
have arisen to do battle for the race. . . There
is no easy victory before us."
He stopped to gather words. The thoughts that
had been in his mind before she came returned, but
transfigured, no longer touched with the shadow of a
possible irrelevance. "This night is a beginning," he
cried. "This battle that is coming, this battle that
rushes upon us to-night, is only a beginning. All your
lives, it may be, you must fight. Take no thought
When the Sleeper Wakes