| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: heard, from a great way ahead of me, creaking nearer in the night,
and which passed me about the point of dawn like a thing seen in a
dream, with two silent figures in the inside nodding to the horse's
steps. I presume they were asleep; by the shawl about her head and
shoulders, one of them should be a woman. Soon, by concurrent
steps, the day began to break and the fog to subside and roll away.
The east grew luminous and was barred with chilly colours, and the
Castle on its rock, and the spires and chimneys of the upper town,
took gradual shape, and arose, like islands, out of the receding
cloud. All about me was still and sylvan; the road mounting and
winding, with nowhere a sign of any passenger, the birds chirping,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: the liner taking right after your schooner after you've got the
stuff aboard--just followin' you right around an' findin' out
where you land?"
"She'd be under contract to carry Government mails," contradicted
Condy. "She couldn't do that. You'd leave her mails aboard for
just that reason. You wouldn't rob her of her mails; just so long
as she was carrying government mails she couldn't stop."
The Captain clapped his palm down upon the gate-post.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: was said to be nineteen years old; she was the old man's youngest
child, and the object of his adulation. About two months ago she had
hired a piano from Lucerne, for she seemed to be crazy about music.
"She loves flowers and music, and she is unmarried!" thought Rodolphe;
"what good luck!"
The next day Rodolphe went to ask leave to visit the hothouses and
gardens, which were beginning to be somewhat famous. The permission
was not immediately granted. The retired gardeners asked, strangely
enough, to see Rodolphe's passport; it was sent to them at once. The
paper was not returned to him till next morning, by the hands of the
cook, who expressed her master's pleasure in showing him their place.
Albert Savarus |
