| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Leaping to my feet I grasped Downes roughly by the
neck and dragged him out of his blankets. He didn't
need to be told what caused my excitement, for the
instant he was awake he, too, heard the long-hoped
for click, and with a whoop of delight pounced upon
the instrument.
Nestor was on his feet almost as soon as I. The three
of us huddled about that little box as if our lives
depended upon the message it had for us.
Downes interrupted the clicking with his sending-
key. The noise of the receiver stopped instantly.
Pellucidar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: and Don Weeliam Sturgis, who is very clever and
true. If I could roll them into one--a tamale of
corn and chicken and peppers--there would be a
man almost to my liking. But even then--not
quite. And one man--what nonsense! I have too
much color to-night, Rosa."
"No, senorita, you have never been so beautiful.
When the lover comes and you love him, senorita,
you will think him greater than our natural king
and lord, and all other men poor Indians."
"But how shall I know?"
Rezanov |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: success against the voice of the hurricane.
In her helplessness she thought of trusting herself to one of the
women,--all creatures of her husband,--when, passing into her oratory,
she found that the count had locked the only door that led to their
apartments. This was a horrible discovery. Such precautions taken to
isolate her showed a desire to proceed without witnesses to some
horrible execution. As moment after moment she lost hope, the pangs of
childbirth grew stronger and keener. A presentiment of murder, joined
to the fatigue of her efforts, overcame her last remaining strength.
She was like a shipwrecked man who sinks, borne under by one last wave
less furious than others he has vanquished. The bewildering pangs of
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