| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: There was something that made comment impossible in his narrative,
or perhaps in himself; a sort of feeling, a quality, which I can't find
a name for. And when he ceased, all I found was a futile whisper:
"So you swam for our light?"
"Yes--straight for it. It was something to swim for.
I couldn't see any stars low down because the coast was in the way,
and I couldn't see the land, either. The water was like glass.
One might have been swimming in a confounded thousand-feet deep
cistern with no place for scrambling out anywhere; but what I didn't
like was the notion of swimming round and round like a crazed
bullock before I gave out; and as I didn't mean to go back.
The Secret Sharer |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: head, he saw that he still lay where he had fallen before the
opening of the cliff where the girl had been sleeping and that
Numa, backed against the cliffside, was apparently defending
him from two other lions who paced to and fro a short
distance from their intended victim.
And then Tarzan turned his eyes into the cave and saw that
the girl and Smith-Oldwick were gone.
His efforts had been for naught. With an angry toss of his
head, the ape-man turned upon the two lions who had con-
tinued to pace back and forth a few yards from him. Numa
of the lion pit turned a friendly glance in Tarzan's direction,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: I remember! The tisane tasted queerly, and I threw it
out." She walked away for a moment, and then turning,
said, "You called my mother a vile woman once. But SHE
would not have done that thing!
"No," said Frances, not raising her head. "No."
Lisa stood looking at her as she crouched against the
wall. The fierce scorn slowly died out of her eyes. She
was a coarse, but a good-natured, woman. An awful
presence, too, walked with her always now, step by step,
and in that dread shadow she saw the things of life more
justly than we do.
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