| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: apprehensions I had of falling into their hands, that I would not
stop, or go on shore, or come to an anchor; the wind continuing
fair till I had sailed in that manner five days; and then the wind
shifting to the southward, I concluded also that if any of our
vessels were in chase of me, they also would now give over; so I
ventured to make to the coast, and came to an anchor in the mouth
of a little river, I knew not what, nor where, neither what
latitude, what country, what nation, or what river. I neither saw,
nor desired to see any people; the principal thing I wanted was
fresh water. We came into this creek in the evening, resolving to
swim on shore as soon as it was dark, and discover the country; but
Robinson Crusoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: at all, I soon saw that they would overtake me unless I found a
place to conceal myself until they had passed, which would then give
me an opportunity to return the way I had come and regain the tower,
or possibly find a way to reach the city streets.
The passageway had risen rapidly since leaving the apartment
of the switch, and now ran level and well lighted straight into the
distance as far as I could see. The moment that my pursuers
reached this straight stretch I would be in plain sight of them,
with no chance to escape from the corridor undetected.
The Warlord of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "Oh, that's all right I'm shaking hands with the lady. Did you
think I was inviting you to drill a hole in me, Mr. Reilly?"
CHAPTER 18. A DINNER FOR THREE
"I thought we bumped you off down at Epitaph," Leroy said.
"Along with Scott? Well, no. You see, I'm a regular cat to kill,
Mr. Leroy, and I couldn't conscientiously join the angels with so
lame a story as a game laig to explain my coming," said Collins
cheerfully.
"In that case--"
"Yes, I understand. You'd be willing to accommodate with a hole
in the haid instead of one in the laig. But I'll not trouble
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