|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad:
"I should think he's far away by this time," opined the Chief
The Assistant Commissioner looked hard at him, and rose suddenly,
as though having made up his mind to some course of action. As a
matter of fact, he had that very moment succumbed to a fascinating
temptation. The Chief Inspector heard himself dismissed with
instructions to meet his superior early next morning for further
consultation upon the case. He listened with an impenetrable face,
and walked out of the room with measured steps.
Whatever might have been the plans of the Assistant Commissioner
they had nothing to do with that desk work, which was the bane of
The Secret Agent
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum:
head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
"Young dragons, of course; but we are not allowed to call ourselves
real dragons until we get our full growth," was the reply. "The big
dragons are very proud, and don't think children amount to much; but
mother says that some day we will all be very powerful and important."
"Where is your mother?" asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.
"She has gone up to the top of the earth to hunt for our dinner. If
she has good luck she will bring us an elephant, or a brace of
rhinoceri, or perhaps a few dozen people to stay our hunger."
"Oh; are you hungry?" enquired Dorothy, drawing back.
"Very," said the dragonette, snapping its jaws.
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot:
which there came now and then the light of a quickly veiled star,
for a freezing wind had sprung up since the snowing had ceased. But
she walked always more and more drowsily, and clutched more and more
automatically the sleeping child at her bosom.
Slowly the demon was working his will, and cold and weariness were
his helpers. Soon she felt nothing but a supreme immediate longing
that curtained off all futurity--the longing to lie down and
sleep. She had arrived at a spot where her footsteps were no longer
checked by a hedgerow, and she had wandered vaguely, unable to
distinguish any objects, notwithstanding the wide whiteness around
her, and the growing starlight. She sank down against a straggling