| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: And the mome raths outgrabe.
`It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, `but
it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to
confess, ever to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.)
`Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas--only I don't
exactly know what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING:
that's clear, at any rate--'
`But oh!' thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, `if I don't make
haste I shall have to go back through the Looking-glass, before
I've seen what the rest of the house is like! Let's have a look
at the garden first!' She was out of the room in a moment, and
Through the Looking-Glass |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Tarzan smiled. "Do not blame them," he said, "for I am not
a man. I am Tarmangani. Any Mangani who wished to,
could enter your camp almost at will; but if you have them for
sentinels no one could enter without their knowledge."
"What are the Mangani?" asked the colonel. "Perhaps we
might enlist a bunch of the beggars."
Tarzan shook his head. "They are the great apes," he
explained; "my people; but you could not use them. They
cannot concentrate long enough upon a single idea. If I told
them of this they would be much interested for a short time --
I might even hold the interest of a few long enough to get
Tarzan the Untamed |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov: to her about me; if she asks any questions, give
a bad report of me."
"Be it so!" said Werner, shrugging his
shoulders.
When he had departed, my heart was com-
pressed with terrible grief. Has destiny brought
us together again in the Caucasus, or has she come
hither on purpose, knowing that she would meet
me? . . . And how shall we meet? . . . And
then, is it she? . . . My presentiments have
never deceived me. There is not a man in the
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