| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a sword hand that seemed to have gained a new wizardry from its
experience with the cunning Solan.
Two were pressing me so closely that I could not turn when I heard
a movement behind me, and noted that the sound of the battle
anthem had ceased. Was Dejah Thoris preparing to take her place
beside me?
Heroic daughter of a heroic world! It would not be unlike her
to have seized a sword and fought at my side, for, though the women
of Mars are not trained in the arts of war, the spirit is theirs,
The Warlord of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: and they joked and disputed, and spat, and blew their noses, and
kicked up just as though the king had not been with them. Then so much
victuals had been taken on board, so many flagons drained and stews
spoiled, that the faces of the guests were the colour of cardinals
gowns, and their doublets appeared ready to burst, since they were
crammed with meat like Troyes sausages from the top to the bottom of
their paunches. Going into the saloon again, they broke into a profuse
sweat, began to blow, and to curse their gluttony. The king sat
quietly apart; each of them was the more willing to be silent because
all their forces were required for the intestinal digestion of the
huge platefuls confined in their stomachs, which began to wabble and
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: sway with laughter.
Frau Brechenmacher did not think it funny. She stared round at the
laughing faces, and suddenly they all seemed strange to her. She wanted to
go home and never come out again. She imagined that all these people were
laughing at her, more people than there were in the room even--all laughing
at her because they were so much stronger than she was.
...
They walked home in silence. Herr Brechenmacher strode ahead, she stumbled
after him. White and forsaken lay the road from the railway station to
their house--a cold rush of wind blew her hood from her face, and suddenly
she remembered how they had come home together the first night. Now they
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