| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: people who seemed to enjoy it were the great horned Owls. Their
feathers were quite stiff with rime, but they did not mind, and
they rolled their large yellow eyes, and called out to each other
across the forest, 'Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! what
delightful weather we are having!'
On and on went the two Woodcutters, blowing lustily upon their
fingers, and stamping with their huge iron-shod boots upon the
caked snow. Once they sank into a deep drift, and came out as
white as millers are, when the stones are grinding; and once they
slipped on the hard smooth ice where the marsh-water was frozen,
and their faggots fell out of their bundles, and they had to pick
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: they must be drawing from their reserves back of other por-
tions of their line.
It was what Barney had desired. The three bombs from
the aeroplane had told him that the Serbians had been
sighted three miles away. Already they were engaging the
Austrians. He could hear the rattle of rifles and quick-firers
and the roar of cannon far to the northeast. And now he
gave the word to the commander of the reserve.
At a rapid trot the men moved forward behind the ex-
treme left end of the Luthanian left wing. They were almost
upon the Austrians before they emerged from the shelter of
The Mad King |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: with lame verses, I have put your name. Our kindness is now
getting well on in years; it must be nearly of age; and it gets
more valuable to me with every time I see you. It is not possible
to express any sentiment, and it is not necessary to try, at least
between us. You know very well that I love you dearly, and that I
always will. I only wish the verses were better, but at least you
like the story; and it is sent to you by the one that loves you -
Jekyll, and not Hyde.
R. L. S.
AVE!
Bells upon the city are ringing in the night;
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