| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: And you mock us as you featly
Swing and flutter to the chime
Of the music-box that sweetly
Marks the time!
LOWER NEW YORK--A STORM
WHITE wing'd below the darkling clouds
The driven sea-gulls wheel;
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel.
The very voice of ocean rings
Along the shaken street--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: to the fuse. "Now go," said my uncle, "and return immediately to us."
"Don't be uneasy," I replied. "I will not play by the way." I
immediately proceeded to the mouth of the tunnel. I opened my
lantern. I laid hold of the end of the match. The Professor stood,
chronometer in hand. "Ready?" he cried.
"Ay."
"Fire!"
I instantly plunged the end of the fuse into the lantern. It
spluttered and flamed, and I ran at the top of my speed to the raft.
"Come on board quickly, and let us push off."
Hans, with a vigorous thrust, sent us from the shore. The raft shot
Journey to the Center of the Earth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: lofty and extensive for you, with only the feeble rays
of a single lamp to take in its size--its walls hung
with tapestry exhibiting figures as large as life,
and the bed, of dark green stuff or purple velvet,
presenting even a funereal appearance? Will not your heart
sink within you?"
"Oh! But this will not happen to me, I am sure."
"How fearfully will you examine the furniture of
your apartment! And what will you discern? Not tables,
toilettes, wardrobes, or drawers, but on one side perhaps
the remains of a broken lute, on the other a ponderous
Northanger Abbey |
