| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: "I tell you I was weary of life," I said in a passion.
She had another faint smile of a fugitive and unrelated kind as if
she had been thinking of far-off things, then roused herself to
grave animation.
"He came in full of smiling playfulness. How well I know that
mood! Such self-command has its beauty; but it's no great help for
a man with such fateful eyes. I could see he was moved in his
correct, restrained way, and in his own way, too, he tried to move
me with something that would be very simple. He told me that ever
since we became friends, we two, he had not an hour of continuous
sleep, unless perhaps when coming back dead-tired from outpost
 The Arrow of Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: into words. There was the dream itself, and there was a memory connected
with it that had swum into his mind in the few seconds after waking.
He lay back with his eyes shut, still sodden in the atmosphere of the
dream. It was a vast, luminous dream in which his whole life seemed to
stretch out before him like a landscape on a summer evening after rain.
It had all occurred inside the glass paperweight, but the surface of the
glass was the dome of the sky, and inside the dome everything was flooded
with clear soft light in which one could see into interminable distances.
The dream had also been comprehended by--indeed, in some sense it had
consisted in--a gesture of the arm made by his mother, and made again
thirty years later by the Jewish woman he had seen on the news film,
 1984 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: was found impossible to beat to sea; and very much in the situation
of castaways upon an unknown coast, the party landed at the mouth
of Gruinard river. A shooting lodge was spied among the trees;
there Fleeming went; and though the master, Mr. Murray, was from
home, though the two Jenkin boys were of course as black as
colliers, and all the castaways so wetted through that, as they
stood in the passage, pools formed about their feet and ran before
them into the house, yet Mrs. Murray kindly entertained them for
the night. On the morrow, however, visitors were to arrive; there
would be no room and, in so out-of-the-way a spot, most probably no
food for the crew of the PURGLE; and on the morrow about noon, with
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