| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: "I am the head servant and he leaves me in charge of the house.
It's a strong, young chap that travels with our master. If--God
forbid--there was some accident on the road he would be of much
more use than I."
Glancing through the window he saw the priest arguing vehemently
in the thick of the crowd, which seemed subdued by his
interference. Three or four men, however, were talking with the
Cossacks at the door.
"And you don't think your master has gone to join the rebels
maybe--eh?" asked the officer.
"Our master would be too old for that surely. He's well over
Some Reminiscences |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: gloves, and a motoring fur coat over my tweeds, and I controlled
the engine by Bowden wires and levers forward.
The early part of that night's experience was made up of warmth,
of moonlit Surrey and Sussex landscape, and of a rapid and
successful flight, ascending and swooping, and then ascending
again southward. I could not watch the clouds because the
airship overhung me; I could not see the stars nor gauge the
meteorological happening, but it was fairly clear to me that a
wind shifting between north and northeast was gathering strength,
and after I had satisfied myself by a series of entirely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: go back home with a bloody nose to have his poor mother cry over
him and grieve for him.
Not that his days were all of teasing and torment, neither; for
if his comrades did treat him so, why, then, there were other
times when he and they were as great friends as could be, and
would go in swimming together where there was a bit of sandy
strand along the East River above Fort George, and that in the
most amicable fashion. Or, maybe the very next day after he had
fought so with his fellows, he would go a-rambling with them up
the Bowerie Road, perhaps to help them steal cherries from some
old Dutch farmer, forgetting in such adventure what a thief his
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
