| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: at last of mere age.
But being now in the eleventh year of my residence, and, as I have
said, my ammunition growing low, I set myself to study some art to
trap and snare the goats, to see whether I could not catch some of
them alive; and particularly I wanted a she-goat great with young.
For this purpose I made snares to hamper them; and I do believe
they were more than once taken in them; but my tackle was not good,
for I had no wire, and I always found them broken and my bait
devoured. At length I resolved to try a pitfall; so I dug several
large pits in the earth, in places where I had observed the goats
used to feed, and over those pits I placed hurdles of my own making
Robinson Crusoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: without a good-night--custom now--but she stopped near the letter
and eyed it awhile with a dead interest, then broke it open, and
began to skim it over. Richards, sitting there with his chair
tilted back against the wall and his chin between his knees, heard
something fall. It was his wife. He sprang to her side, but she
cried out:
"Leave me alone, I am too happy. Read the letter--read it!"
He did. He devoured it, his brain reeling. The letter was from a
distant State, and it said:
"I am a stranger to you, but no matter: I have something to tell.
I have just arrived home from Mexico, and learned about that
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: "Yes, if I t'ink your information is wort'"
"I am content," said Richard. He inclined his head and loosed the
quarrel of his news. "Your camp is slumbering, your officers are all
abed with the exception of the outpost on the road to Bridgwater. What
should you say if I told you that Monmouth and all his army are marching
upon you at this very moment, will probably fall upon you before another
hour is past?"
Wilding uttered a groan, and his hands fell to his sides. Had
Feversham observed this he might have been less ready with his sneering
answer.
"A lie!" he answered, and laughed. "My fren', I `ave myself been
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