|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
from his belt, and plunged it into the ground.
Tarzan did not move. Cautiously the Belgian pushed the
blade downward through the loose earth above the pouch.
He felt the point touch the soft, tough fabric of the
leather. Then he pried down upon the handle.
Slowly the little mound of loose earth rose and parted.
An instant later a corner of the pouch came into view.
Werper pulled it from its hiding place, and tucked it
in his shirt. Then he refilled the hole and pressed
the dirt carefully down as it had been before.
Greed had prompted him to an act, the discovery of
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott:
which the campaign opened with extraordinary fury, and many
bloody, though indecisive, skirmishes were fought between the
French on the one side and the Allies on the other. In all our
modern improvements, there are none, perhaps, greater than in the
accuracy and speed with which intelligence is transmitted from
any scene of action to those in this country whom it may concern.
During Marlborough's campaigns, the sufferings of the many who
had relations in, or along with, the army were greatly augmented
by the suspense in which they were detained for weeks after they
had heard of bloody battles, in which, in all probability, those
for whom their bosoms throbbed with anxiety had been personally
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte:
left him in the act of bounding elastically out of the bed into
which I had tucked him; but, as I took the precaution of turning
the key in the door behind me, I retired to my own room, assured
of his safe custody till the morning, and free to draw
undisturbed conclusions from the scene I had just witnessed.
Now, it was precisely about this time that the directress, stung
by my coldness, bewitched by my scorn,and excited by the
preference she suspected me of cherishing for another, had fallen
into a snare of her own laying--was herself caught in the meshes
of the very passion with which she wished to entangle me.
Conscious of the state of things in that quarter, I gathered,