|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe:
apparel, and other things, besides whole warehouses filled with
merchandise and manufactures such as come from all parts of
England, were consumed in the fire of London the next year after this
terrible visitation. It is incredible what a trade this made all over the
whole kingdom, to make good the want and to supply that loss; so
that, in short, all the manufacturing hands in the nation were set on
work, and were little enough for several years to supply the market
and answer the demands. All foreign markets also were empty of our
goods by the stop which had been occasioned by the plague, and
before an open trade was allowed again; and the prodigious demand at
home falling in, joined to make a quick vent for all sort of goods; so
A Journal of the Plague Year
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke:
the fury of its current, in which no boat can live. We heard its
voice as we approached through the forest, and could hardly tell
whether it was far away or near.
There is a perspective of sound as well as of sight, and one must
have some idea of the size of a noise before one can judge of its
distance. A mosquito's horn in a dark room may seem like a trumpet
on the battlements; and the tumult of a mighty stream heard through
an unknown stretch of woods may appear like the babble of a
mountain brook close at hand.
But when we came out upon the bald forehead of a burnt cliff and
looked down, we realised the grandeur and beauty of the unseen
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
"Not at all," said Mr. Farolles gently. He drew his kid gloves through his
fingers and leaned forward. "And if either of you would like a little
Communion, either or both of you, here and now, you have only to tell me.
A little Communion is often very help--a great comfort," he added tenderly.
But the idea of a little Communion terrified them. What! In the drawing-
room by themselves--with no--no altar or anything! The piano would be much
too high, thought Constantia, and Mr. Farolles could not possibly lean over
it with the chalice. And Kate would be sure to come bursting in and
interrupt them, thought Josephine. And supposing the bell rang in the
middle? It might be somebody important--about their mourning. Would they
get up reverently and go out, or would they have to wait...in torture?