|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
circumstances that had made the tragedy a memorable regret, had
marked, if not a change, at least a cessation in Duane's
activities. He had trailed Sellers to kill him for the supposed
abducting of Jennie. He had trailed him long after he had
learned Sellers traveled alone. Duane wanted absolute assurance
of Jennie's death. Vague rumors, a few words here and there,
unauthenticated stories, were all Duane had gathered in years
to substantiate his belief--that Jennie died shortly after the
beginning of her second captivity. But Duane did not know
surely. Sellers might have told him. Duane expected, if not to
force it from him at the end, to read it in his eyes. But the
The Lone Star Ranger
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne:
of which the rascal would take advantage to elude justice.
Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours
which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself,
"Now, either the warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case
I shall arrest my man, or it will not be there; and this time
it is absolutely necessary that I should delay his departure.
I have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta; if I fail
at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost: Cost what it may, I must succeed!
But how shall I prevent his departure, if that should turn out to be
my last resource?"
Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would make
Around the World in 80 Days
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
edge of the forest, and there he caught a glimpse of that
which sent his craven heart cold with a fear that almost
expunged his terror of the seven men at his back, who by this
time were all firing in hate and revenge at his retreating figure.
What he saw was the giant figure of an almost naked white
man emerging from the bush.
Darting into his tent, the Russian did not halt in his flight,
but kept right on through the rear wall, taking advantage of
the long slit that Jane Clayton had made the night before.
The terror-stricken Muscovite scurried like a hunted rabbit
through the hole that still gaped in the boma's wall at the
The Beasts of Tarzan