|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle:
in that pouch by thy side and in that pottle?"
At these words the Cobbler looked down at those things of which merry
Robin spoke, for the thoughts of the golden bird had driven them
from his mind, and it took him some time to scrape the memory of them
back again. "Why," said he at last, "in the one is good March beer,
and in the other is a fat capon. Truly, Quince the Cobbler will ha'
a fine feast this day an I mistake not."
"But tell me, good Quince," said Robin, "hast thou a mind to sell those things
to me? For the hearing of them sounds sweet in mine ears. I will give
thee these gay clothes of blue that I have upon my body and ten shillings
to boot for thy clothes and thy leather apron and thy beer and thy capon.
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne:
rested the cooking utensils, its brick stove, looked very well, and Neb
worked away there as earnestly as if he was in a chemist's laboratory.
But the joiners had soon to be replaced by carpenters. In fact, the
waterfall created by the explosion rendered the construction of two bridges
necessary, one on Prospect Heights, the other on the shore. Now the plateau
and the shore were transversely divided by a watercourse, which had to be
crossed to reach the northern part of the island. To avoid it the colonists
had been obliged to make a considerable detour, by climbing up to the
source of the Red Creek. The simplest thing was to establish on the
plateau, and on the shore, two bridges from twenty to five and twenty feet
in length. All the carpenter's work that was needed was to clear some trees
The Mysterious Island
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad:
And he answers her: "I believe you are the only one now alive who
remembers me as a child. I have heard of you from time to time,
but I wonder what sort of person you are now. Perhaps if I did
know I wouldn't dare put pen to paper. But I don't know. I only
remember that we were great chums. In fact, I chummed with you
even more than with your brothers. But I am like the pigeon that
went away in the fable of the Two Pigeons. If I once start to tell
you I would want you to feel that you have been there yourself. I
may overtax your patience with the story of my life so different
from yours, not only in all the facts but altogether in spirit.
You may not understand. You may even be shocked. I say all this
The Arrow of Gold