| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: nerves I remained poised thus. Then the fellow turned again
upon his side and resumed the even respiration of deep slumber.
Carefully I picked my way between and over the soldiers
until I had gained the rack at the far side of the room. Here
I turned to survey the sleeping men. All were quiet. Their
regular breathing rose and fell in a soothing rhythm that
seemed to me the sweetest music I ever had heard.
Gingerly I drew a long-sword from the rack. The scraping of the
scabbard against its holder as I withdrew it sounded like the
filing of cast iron with a great rasp, and I looked to see
the room immediately filled with alarmed and attacking guardsmen.
The Gods of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: "Nay," cried he, "stay awhile, for I would thou shouldst see
my brothers, who own these fair horned beasts with me."
So saying, he clapped his bugle to his mouth and winded three
merry notes, and presently up the path came leaping fivescore
good stout yeomen with Little John at their head.
"What wouldst thou have, good master?" quoth Little John.
"Why," answered Robin, "dost thou not see that I have brought
goodly company to feast with us today? Fye, for shame!
Do you not see our good and worshipful master, the Sheriff
of Nottingham? Take thou his bridle, Little John, for he has
honored us today by coming to feast with us."
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: water bubbling from a silver jar.
When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a
note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the
grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I
am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all
style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for
others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the
arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some
beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not
mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his
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