| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: it."
To understand what followed, it must be borne in mind that, through
circumstances hereafter to be explained, we were not really where the
Professor supposed we were. In fact we were not upon the north shore
of the sea.
"Now let us start upon fresh discoveries," I said.
And leaving Hans to his work we started off together. The space
between the water and the foot of the cliffs was considerable. It
took half an hour to bring us to the wall of rock. We trampled under
our feet numberless shells of all the forms and sizes which existed
in the earliest ages of the world. I also saw immense carapaces more
Journey to the Center of the Earth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: Back in the days of Long Ago,
Troop before in the smoke and flame,
Chatter and sing, as the wild birds do.
Everyone I can call by name,
For the fire builds all of my youth anew.
Outside, people go stamping by,
Squeak of wheel on the evening air,
Stars and planets race through the sky,
Here are darkness and silence rare;
Only the flames in the open grate
Crackle and flare as they burn up hate,
Just Folks |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: ready forthwith. Both were shown at the Bazaar: one by Mrs.
Jenkin to people willing to pay half a crown for a private view and
the privilege of hearing their own voices, while Jenkin, perfervid
as usual, gave half-hourly lectures on the other in an adjoining
room - I, as his lieutenant, taking turns. The thing was in its
way a little triumph. A few of the visitors were deaf, and hugged
the belief that they were the victims of a new kind of fancy-fair
swindle. Of the others, many who came to scoff remained to take
raffle tickets; and one of the phonographs was finally disposed of
in this way, falling, by a happy freak of the ballot-box, into the
hands of Sir William Thomson.' The other remained in Fleeming's
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