| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: Shakespeare and Webster and Jeremy Taylor and Burke by the page
together; but the parchment was filled up, there was no room for
fresh inscriptions, and he was capable of repeating the same
anecdote on many successive visits. His voice survived in its full
power, and he took a pride in using it. On his last voyage as
Commissioner of lighthouses, he hailed a ship at sea and made
himself clearly audible without a speaking trumpet, ruffling the
while with a proper vanity in his achievement. He had a habit of
eking out his words with interrogative hems, which was puzzling and
a little wearisome, suited ill with his appearance, and seemed a
survival from some former stage of bodily portliness. Of yore,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: much larger, sat a figure, draped in a cloak on which was graved
a number of stars, doubtless to symbolise the heavens. The
fastening of the cloak was shaped like the crescent moon, and the
foot-stool on which rested the figure's feet was fashioned to
suggest the orb of the sun. This was of gold or some such metal,
the only spot of brightness in all that temple. It was impossible
to say whether the figure were male or female, for the cloak
falling in long, straight folds hid its outlines. Nor did the
head tell us, for the hair also was hidden beneath the mantle and
the face might have been that of either man or woman. It was
terrible in its solemnity and calm, and its expression was as
When the World Shook |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: at the edges, with scarcely a rim of white round the hazel pupils.
There was a curious glow of excitement in his face.
"Confound you!" said Montgomery. "Why the devil don't you get
out of the way?"
The black-faced man started aside without a word.
I went on up the companion, staring at him instinctively
as I did so. Montgomery stayed at the foot for a moment.
"You have no business here, you know," he said in a deliberate tone.
"Your place is forward."
The black-faced man cowered. "They--won't have me forward."
He spoke slowly, with a queer, hoarse quality in his voice.
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
