| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: By twos and threes, till all from end to end
With beauties every shade of brown and fair
In colours gayer than the morning mist,
The long hall glittered like a bed of flowers.
How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astrĉan age,
Sat compassed with professors: they, the while,
Discussed a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: home, relatives at law concerning his estate, and himself
regarded as an intruder among the living,--an unlucky guest, a
revenant ... How hollow and selfish a world it seemed! And yet
there was love in it; he had been loved in it, unselfishly,
passionately, with the love of father and of mother, of wife and
child ... All buried!--all lost forever! ... Oh! would to God the
story of that stone were not a lie!--would to kind God he also
were dead! ...
Evening shadowed: the violet deepened and prickled itself with
stars;---the sun passed below the west, leaving in his wake a
momentary splendor of vermilion ... our Southern day is not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: for incivility at sea; so we can disregard a hail or a flag
of distress, without attracting notice.'
As soon as the sailor had gone on deck, I turned to the
officer in wonder. 'Mr. Kentish, if that be your name,'
said I, 'are you ashamed of your own colours?'
'Your ladyship refers to the JOLLY ROGER?' he inquired, with
perfect gravity; and immediately after, went into peals of
laughter. 'Pardon me,' said he; 'but here for the first time
I recognise your ladyship's impetuosity.' Nor, try as I
pleased, could I extract from him any explanation of this
mystery, but only oily and commonplace evasion.
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