|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
besought him to set all the captives free, and especially this
one young man.
"Peace, foolish girl!" answered King Minos.
"What hast thou to do with an affair like this? It is a matter
of state policy, and therefore quite beyond thy weak
comprehension. Go water thy flowers, and think no more of these
Athenian caitiffs, whom the Minotaur shall as certainly eat up
for breakfast as I will eat a partridge for my supper."
So saying, the king looked cruel enough to devour Theseus and
all the rest of the captives himself, had there been no
Minotaur to save him the trouble. As he would hear not another
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
The warrior addressed arose and, beckoning to a fellow
squatting near, the three turned and left the apartment.
If I could but follow them the chance might come to free
Tars Tarkas at once. At least I would learn the location
of his prison.
At my right was a door leading from the balcony into the building.
It was at the end of an unlighted hall, and on the impulse of the
moment I stepped within. The hall was broad and led straight
through to the front of the building. On either side were the
doorways of the various apartments which lined it.
I had no more than entered the corridor than I saw the
The Gods of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:
down about the shoulders of the hill in wide folds, instead of lying
flatly along the summit. The trees grew so close, and their boughs
were so matted together, that the whole wood looked as dense as a
bush of heather. The prevailing colour was a dull, smouldering red,
touched here and there with vivid yellow. But the autumn had scarce
advanced beyond the outworks; it was still almost summer in the heart
of the wood; and as soon as I had scrambled through the hedge, I
found myself in a dim green forest atmosphere under eaves of virgin
foliage. In places where the wood had itself for a background and
the trees were massed together thickly, the colour became intensified
and almost gem-like: a perfect fire green, that seemed none the less