| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: through his half-closed eyelids, he saw, as it were, one faint line, thin
as a hair's width, that edged the hill tops. And he whispered in the
darkness to his fellows: 'The dawn is coming.' But they, with fast-closed
eyelids murmured, 'He lies, there is no dawn.'
"Nevertheless, day broke."
The stranger was silent. The fire burnt up in red tongues of flame that
neither flickered nor flared in the still night air. Peter Halket crept
near to the stranger.
"When will that time be?" he whispered; "in a thousand years' time?"
And the stranger answered, "A thousand years are but as our yesterday's
journey, or as our watch tonight, which draws already to its close. See,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: the other. Orde seated himself on the smooth, clean sand and
removed his hat. He saw these things, and in imagination the far
upper stretches of the river, with the mills and yards and booms
extending for miles; and still above them the marshes and the
flats where the river widened below the Big Bend. That would be the
location for the booms of the new company--a cheap property on which
the partners had already secured a valuation. And below he dropped
in imagination with the slackening current until between two greater
sand-hills than the rest the river ran out through the channel made
by two long piers to the lake--blue, restless, immeasurable. To
right and left stretched the long Michigan coast, with its low
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: Sargeant discovered him.
"Why, Conny, old man, all alone here? Let's go downstairs and have
a cigar. Hendricks and George Hands are coming around in half an
hour. They told me not to let you get away."
Condy stirred nervously in his chair. He knew what that meant.
He had enough money in his pockets to play that night, and in an
instant the enemy was all awake. The rowel was in his flank
again, and the scourge at his back. Sargeant stood there, the
well-groomed clubman of thirty; a little cynical perhaps, but a
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