| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Master Key by L. Frank Baum: intended victim laughing at them.
Uttering cries of terror and dismay, the three took to their heels and
bounded towards the wall, where a gate quickly opened to receive them,
the populace feeling sure the Tatar horde was upon them.
Nor was this guess so very far wrong; for as Rob, sitting disconsolate
upon the sand, raised his eyes, he saw across the desert a dark line
that marked the approach of the invaders.
Nearer and nearer they came, while Rob watched them and bemoaned the
foolish impulse that had led him to fall asleep in an unknown land
where he could so easily be overpowered and robbed of his treasures.
"I always suspected these electrical inventions would be my ruin some
The Master Key |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: Is there any creature, any large creature, which could climb up the wall
to the window? Do you know of anything with a long, thin body?"
For a moment I offered no reply, studying the girl's pretty face,
her eager, blue-gray eyes widely opened and fixed upon mine.
She was not of the neurotic type, with her clear complexion
and sun-kissed neck; her arms, healthily toned by exposure
to the country airs, were rounded and firm, and she had the agile
shape of a young Diana with none of the anaemic languor which breeds
morbid dreams. She was frightened; yes, who would not have been?
But the mere idea of this thing which she believed to be in Redmoat,
without the apparition of the green eyes, must have prostrated
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: witnesses. A murmur of surprise, which went on increasing, and a
general whispering reminded Ginevra that all present were wondering at
the absence of her parents; her father's wrath seemed present to her.
"Call in the families," said the mayor to the clerk whose business it
was to read aloud the certificates.
"The father and mother protest," replied the clerk, phlegmatically.
"On both sides?" inquired the mayor.
"The groom is an orphan."
"Where are the witnesses?"
"Here," said the clerk, pointing to the four men, who stood with arms
folded, like so many statues.
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