| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of England, and at that time the youngest prince of
the realm.
It was two days before the absence of De Vac was
noted, and then it was that one of the lords in waiting
to the King reminded his majesty of the episode of the
fencing bout, and a motive for the abduction of the
King's little son became apparent.
An edict was issued requiring the examination of
every child in England, for on the left breast of the little
Prince was a birthmark which closely resembled a lily,
and when after a year no child was found bearing such
The Outlaw of Torn |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain: 'm rich agin. Dey's mighty good to me, dese niggers
is, en whatever I wants 'm to do fur me I doan' have
to ast 'm twice, honey. Dat Jack's a good nigger, en
pooty smart."
"Yes, he is. He ain't ever told me you was here;
told me to come, and he'd show me a lot of water-
moccasins. If anything happens HE ain't mixed up in
it. He can say he never seen us together, and it 'll
be the truth."
I don't want to talk much about the next day. I
reckon I'll cut it pretty short. I waked up about
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: detained me for a moment, and at once I passed beyond and through
them. I could enter into the life of the human creatures whom I
watched, just as the dervish in the /Arabian Nights/ could pass into
any soul or body after pronouncing a certain formula.
If I met a working man and his wife in the streets between eleven
o'clock and midnight on their way home from the Ambigu Comique, I used
to amuse myself by following them from the Boulevard du Pont aux Choux
to the Boulevard Beaumarchais. The good folk would begin by talking
about the play; then from one thing to another they would come to
their own affairs, and the mother would walk on and on, heedless of
complaints or question from the little one that dragged at her hand,
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