|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells:
rediscover my father at all.
It is curious that when I was a little listening boy I had such
an idea of our colonies that I jeered in my heart at Mrs.
Mackridge's colonial ascendancy. These brave emancipated
sunburnt English of the open, I thought, suffer these
aristocratic invaders as a quaint anachronism, but as for being
I don't jeer now. I'm not so sure.
It is a little difficult to explain why I did not come to do what
was the natural thing for any one in my circumstances to do, and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle:
had been demonstrated that it was feasible to practice piracy
against Spain and not to suffer therefor. Blood had been shed and
cruelty practiced, and, once indulged, no lust seems stronger
than that of shedding blood and practicing cruelty.
Though Spain might be ever so well grounded in peace at home, in
the West Indies she was always at war with the whole
world--English, French, Dutch. It was almost a matter of life or
death with her to keep her hold upon the New World. At home she
was bankrupt and, upon the earthquake of the Reformation, her
power was already beginning to totter and to crumble to pieces.
America was her treasure house, and from it alone could she hope
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn:
By dawn the storm was over; and when the ferryman returned to his station,
a little after sunrise, he found Minokichi lying senseless beside the
frozen body of Mosaku. Minokichi was promptly cared for, and soon came to
himself; but he remained a long time ill from the effects of the cold of
that terrible night. He had been greatly frightened also by the old man's
death; but he said nothing about the vision of the woman in white. As soon
as he got well again, he returned to his calling,-- going alone every
morning to the forest, and coming back at nightfall with his bundles of
wood, which his mother helped him to sell.
One evening, in the winter of the following year, as he was on his way
home, he overtook a girl who happened to be traveling by the same road. She