|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
And now she felt her head between Lingard's hands. He moved it
the least bit to the right. "There! See it?"
"No. What am I to look for?"
"A gleam of light," said Lingard, taking away his hands suddenly.
"A gleam that will grow into a blaze before our boat can get half
way across the lagoon."
Even as Lingard spoke Mrs. Travers caught sight of a red spark
far away. She had looked often enough at the Settlement, as on
the face of a painting on a curtain, to have its configuration
fixed in her mind, to know that it was on the beach at its end
furthest from Belarab's stockade.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac:
sometimes I was on the boards in the chorus, sometimes under them with
the carpenters. Thus I learned every kind of musical effect, studying
the tones of instruments and of the human voice, wherein they differed
and how they harmonized, listening to the score and applying the rules
taught me by my father.
"It was hungry work, in a land where the sun always shines, where art
is all pervading, but where there is no pay for the artist, since Rome
is but nominally the Sovereign of the Christian world. Sometimes made
welcome, sometimes scouted for my poverty, I never lost courage. I
heard a voice within me promising me fame.
"Music seemed to me in its infancy, and I think so still. All that is
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman:
As "a man among men," he didn't; as a man among--I shall
have to say, "females," he didn't; his intense masculinity seemed
only fit complement to their intense femininity. But here he was
all out of drawing.
Moadine was a big woman, with a balanced strength that
seldom showed. Her eye was as quietly watchful as a fencer's.
She maintained a pleasant relation with her charge, but I doubt
if many, even in that country, could have done as well.
He called her "Maud," amongst ourselves, and said she was
"a good old soul, but a little slow"; wherein he was quite wrong.
Needless to say, he called Jeff's teacher "Java," and sometimes