|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte:
feet--as eager and as determined as ever to reach the road.
When I got there, I was forced to sit to rest me under the hedge;
and while I sat, I heard wheels, and saw a coach come on. I stood
up and lifted my hand; it stopped. I asked where it was going: the
driver named a place a long way off, and where I was sure Mr.
Rochester had no connections. I asked for what sum he would take me
there; he said thirty shillings; I answered I had but twenty; well,
he would try to make it do. He further gave me leave to get into
the inside, as the vehicle was empty: I entered, was shut in, and
it rolled on its way.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne:
And now will this attempt, unprecedented in the annals of
travels, lead to any practical result? Will direct
communication with the moon ever be established? Will they
ever lay the foundation of a traveling service through the
solar world? Will they go from one planet to another, from
Jupiter to Mercury, and after awhile from one star to another,
from the Polar to Sirius? Will this means of locomotion allow
us to visit those suns which swarm in the firmament?
To such questions no answer can be given. But knowing the bold
ingenuity of the Anglo-Saxon race, no one would be astonished if
the Americans seek to make some use of President Barbicane's attempt.
From the Earth to the Moon
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
difficult trail he had ever seen. From the looks of the descent
he imagined the worst part of his travel was yet to come. Not
improbably it was two thousand feet down to the river. The
wedge-shaped valley, green with alfalfa and cottonwood, and
nestling down amid the bare walls of yellow rock, was a delight
and a relief to his tired eyes. Eager to get down to a level
and to find a place to rest, Duane began the descent.
The trail proved to be the kind that could not be descended
slowly. He kept dodging rocks which his horses loosed behind
him. And in a short time he reached the valley, entering at the
apex of the wedge. A stream of clear water tumbled out of the
The Lone Star Ranger