|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ruling Passion by Henry van Dyke:
side of bacon. There was not a half-pound of difference between
them in ability. But there was a great difference in their looks
and in their way of doing things.
Raoul Vaillantcoeur was the biggest and the handsomest man in the
village; nearly six feet tall, straight as a fir tree, and black as
a bull-moose in December. He had natural force enough and to spare.
Whatever he did was done by sheer power of back and arm. He could
send a canoe up against the heaviest water, provided he did not get
mad and break his paddle--which he often did. He had more muscle
than he knew how to use.
Prosper Leclere did not have so much, but he knew better how to
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay:
Maskull looked at the heavy, gleaning star, and again at Krag. Then
he pulled out a pipe, and began to fill it.
"You must have cultivated a new form of humour, Krag.
"I am glad if I can amuse you, Maskull, if only for a few days."
"I meant tor ask you - how do you know my name?"
"It would be odd if I didn't, seeing that I only came here on your
account. As a matter of fact, Nightspore and I are old friends."
Maskull paused with his suspended match. "You came here on my
"Surely. On your account and Nightspore's. We three are to be
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott:
most mean and perilous falsehood, knowest best what small reason
there is for gratulation on the subject."
"Do you blame me, my lord," said Varney, "for not betraying, on
the first push, the secret on which your fortunes depended, and
which you have so oft and so earnestly recommended to my safe
keeping? Your lordship was present in person, and might have
contradicted me and ruined yourself by an avowal of the truth;
but surely it was no part of a faithful servant to have done so
without your commands."
"I cannot deny it, Varney," said the Earl, rising and walking
across the room; "my own ambition has been traitor to my love."