| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: Then the old gentleman spun himself round with velocity in
the opposite direction, continued to spin until his long cloak was
all wound neatly about him, clapped his cap on his head, very much
on one side (for it could not stand upright without going through
the ceiling), gave an additional twist to his corkscrew mustaches,
and replied with perfect coolness: "Gentlemen, I wish you a very
good morning. At twelve o'clock tonight I'll call again; after
such a refusal of hospitality as I have just experienced, you will
not be surprised if that visit is the last I ever pay you."
"If ever I catch you here again," muttered Schwartz,
coming, half frightened, out of the corner--but before he could
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: lips, which looked as if they could relax only to utter a savage command,
expressed fierce cunning and brutality.
"White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian tongue.
"King, I am waiting. Girty is slow, but sure," answered the renegade.
"The eagle sails slowly round and round, up and up," replied Half King, with
majestic gestures, "until his eye sees all, until he knows his time; then he
folds his wings and swoops down from the blue sky like the forked fire. So
does White Chief. But Half King is impatient."
"To-day decides the fate of the Village of Peace," answered Girty,
imperturbably.
"Ugh!" grunted Pipe.
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: Leo Kniepp.
And for one year now Professor Paul Fellner had been in the town,
after having applied for his transference from the university in
the capital to this place, which was scarce half an hour's walk
distant from the home of the beautiful young woman who had been
the love of his youth.
And Fellner had made his home in the quietest quarter of the city,
in that quarter which was nearest the Archducal hunting castle.
He had lived very quietly, had not cultivated the acquaintance of
the ladies of the town, but was a great walker and bicycle rider;
and every Saturday evening since he had been alone in the house,
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