|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy:
nether sky that had engulfed the telescope.
One of the tufts by which he held came out at the root, and Knight
began to follow the quartz. It was a terrible moment. Elfride
uttered a low wild wail of agony, bowed her head, and covered her
face with her hands.
Between the turf-covered slope and the gigantic perpendicular rock
intervened a weather-worn series of jagged edges, forming a face
yet steeper than the former slope. As he slowly slid inch by inch
upon these, Knight made a last desperate dash at the lowest tuft
of vegetation--the last outlying knot of starved herbage ere the
rock appeared in all its bareness. It arrested his further
A Pair of Blue Eyes
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
cabin, "the ship is going down."
"Very well, Mr. Spoker," said the Captain; "but that is no reason
for going about half-shaved. Exercise your mind a moment, Mr.
Spoker, and you will see that to the philosophic eye there is
nothing new in our position: the ship (if she is to go down at all)
may be said to have been going down since she was launched."
"She is settling fast," said the first lieutenant, as he returned
"Fast, Mr. Spoker?" asked the Captain. "The expression is a
strange one, for time (if you will think of it) is only relative."
"Sir," said the lieutenant, "I think it is scarcely worth while to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad:
"I am too fond of you for that," he said, with a little nervous
A faint flush coloured Mrs Verloc's ghastly and motionless face.
Having done with the visions of the past, she had not only heard,
but had also understood the words uttered by her husband. By their
extreme disaccord with her mental condition these words produced on
her a slightly suffocating effect. Mrs Verloc's mental condition
had the merit of simplicity; but it was not sound. It was governed
too much by a fixed idea. Every nook and cranny of her brain was
filled with the thought that this man, with whom she had lived
without distaste for seven years, had taken the "poor boy" away
The Secret Agent