| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: commands here, this blessed night, under my uncle's roof! And I
will ring him such a black sanctus, that he shall think the devil
hath him by the skirts for a month to come, for barely hearing
me."
"Nay, now the pottle-pot is uppermost, with a witness!" said the
mercer. "Tony Foster obey thy whistle! Alas! good Mike, go
sleep--go sleep."
"I tell thee what, thou thin-faced gull," said Michael Lambourne,
in high chafe, "I will wager thee fifty angels against the first
five shelves of thy shop, numbering upward from the false light,
with all that is on them, that I make Tony Foster come down to
Kenilworth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: saw Rokoff turn and nod to Paulvitch, who sprang quickly
toward the doorway of the cabin, rushing in past Rokoff, who
held the door open for him. Then the latter stepped quickly out.
The door closed. Tarzan heard the click of the lock as
Paulvitch turned it from the inside. Rokoff remained standing
before the door, with head bent, as though to catch the words
of the two within. A nasty smile curled his bearded lip.
Tarzan could hear the woman's voice commanding the fellow to
leave her cabin. "I shall send for my husband," she cried.
"He will show you no mercy."
Paulvitch's sneering laugh came through the polished panels.
The Return of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain: of Brobdingnagians.
But lonely, conspicuous, and superb, rose that wonderful
upright wedge, the Matterhorn. Its precipitous sides were
powdered over with snow, and the upper half hidden in thick
clouds which now and then dissolved to cobweb films and gave
brief glimpses of the imposing tower as through a veil.
[2] A little later the Matterhorn took to himself the
semblance of a volcano; he was stripped naked to his apex--
around this circled vast wreaths of white cloud which strung
slowly out and streamed away slantwise toward the sun,
a twenty-mile stretch of rolling and tumbling vapor,
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