| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: out of breath. `Mind you come up--the regular way--don't get
blown up!'
Alice watched the White King as he slowly struggled up from bar
to bar, till at last she said, `Why, you'll be hours and hours
getting to the table, at that rate. I'd far better help you,
hadn't I?' But the King took no notice of the question: it was
quite clear that he could neither hear her nor see her.
So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more
slowly than she had lifted the Queen, that she mightn't take his
breath away: but, before she put him on the table, she thought
she might as well dust him a little, he was so covered with
Through the Looking-Glass |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: between the logs. I hid behind the wide stone fireplace, and though I felt
pretty safe from flying bullets, I began to feel the icy grip of fear. I
had seen too much of these men in excitement, and knew if circumstances so
brought it about there might come a moment when my life would not be worth
a pin. They were all sober now, and deadly quiet. Buell showed the greatest
alarm, though he had begun to settle down to what looked like fight. Herky
was more fearless than any of them, and cooler even than Bill. All at once
I missed the Mexican. If he had not slipped out of the room he had hidden
under the brush of the fallen loft or in a pile of blankets. But the room
was smoky, and it was hard for me to be certain.
Some time passed with no shots and with no movement inside the cabin.
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: Tono-Bungay, he flashed athwart the empty heavens--like a
comet--rather, like a stupendous rocket!--and overawed investors
spoke of his star. At his zenith he burst into a cloud of the
most magnificent promotions. What a time that was! The Napoleon
of domestic conveniences!
I was his nephew, his peculiar and intimate nephew. I was hanging
on to his coat-tails all the way through. I made pills with him
in the chemist's shop at Wimblehurst before he began. I was,
you might say, the stick of his rocket; and after our tremendous
soar, after he had played with millions, a golden rain in the
sky, after my bird's-eye view of the modern world, I fell again,
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