| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: familiar land. Before the coming of the Scientific Age this
group of gentle and noble emotions had been a fine factor in the
equipment of every worthy human being, a fine factor that had its
less amiable aspect in a usually harmless hostility to strange
people, and a usually harmless detraction of strange lands. But
with the wild rush of change in the pace, scope, materials,
scale, and possibilities of human life that then occurred, the
old boundaries, the old seclusions and separations were violently
broken down. All the old settled mental habits and traditions of
men found themselves not simply confronted by new conditions, but
by constantly renewed and changing new conditions. They had no
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: in a horribly realistic manner. Every time it dropped it
brought Billy's stomach nearly to his mouth.
Billy shut his eyes. Still the awful sensation. Billy groaned.
He never had been so sick in all his life before, and, my, how
his poor head did hurt. Finding that it only seemed to make
matters worse when he closed his eyes Billy opened them
again.
He looked about the room in which he lay. He found it a
stuffy hole filled with bunks in tiers three deep around the
sides. In the center of the room was a table. Above the table a
lamp hung suspended from one of the wooden beams of the
The Mucker |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: sea-breeze. To furl that heavy canvas, a hundred men cluster
like bees upon the yards, yet to us upon this height it is all
but a plaything for the eyes, and we turn with equal interest
from that thronged floating citadel to some lonely boy in his
skiff.
Yonder there sail to the ocean, beating wearily to windward, a
few slow vessels. Inward come jubilant white schooners,
wing-and-wing. There are fishing-smacks towing their boats
behind them like a family of children; and there are slender
yachts that bear only their own light burden. Once from this
height I saw the whole yacht squadron round Point Judith, and
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