|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe:
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris:
his pamphlets were in the way. Both of his hands were
occupied with the tray; he could not make a place for it on
the table. He stood for a moment uncertain, his
"Oh, won't you--won't you please--" He turned his head,
looking appealingly at the little old dressmaker.
"Wait, I'll help you," she said. She came into the room, up
to the table, and moved the pamphlets to one side.
"Thanks, thanks," murmured Old Grannis, setting down the
"Now--now--now I will go back," she exclaimed, hurriedly.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
dead after tonight."
Then he heard an angry exclamation in a man's voice, followed
by the sounds of a scuffle. Baynes went white with horror.
He struggled frantically again with his bonds. They were giving.
A moment later one hand was free. It was but the work of an
instant then to loose the other. Stooping, he untied the rope from
his ankles, then he straightened and started for the hut doorway
bent on reaching Meriem's side. As he stepped out into the night
the figure of a huge black rose and barred his progress.
When speed was required of him Korak depended upon no
other muscles than his own, and so it was that the moment
The Son of Tarzan