|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy:
He walked along towards home without attending to paths.
If anyone knew the heath well it was Clym. He was permeated
with its scenes, with its substance, and with its odours.
He might be said to be its product. His eyes had first
opened thereon; with its appearance all the first images ,
of his memory were mingled, his estimate of life had
been coloured by it: his toys had been the flint knives
and arrow-heads which he found there, wondering why
stones should "grow" to such odd shapes; his flowers,
the purple bells and yellow furze: his animal kingdom,
the snakes and croppers; his society, its human haunters.
Return of the Native
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said.
"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"
Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added,
"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings
of the hunter." Then he rose and said.
"But you must be tired. Your bedroom is all ready,
and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I have
to be away till the afternoon, so sleep well and dream well!"
With a courteous bow, he opened for me himself the door
to the octagonal room, and I entered my bedroom.
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley:
Persian life. But Harpagus does not leave him alone, nor perhaps,
do his own thoughts. He has wrongs to avenge on his grandfather.
And it seems not altogether impossible to the young mountaineer.
He has seen enough of Median luxury to despise it and those who
indulge in it. He has seen his own grandfather with his cheeks
rouged, his eyelids stained with antimony, living a womanlike life,
shut up from all his subjects in the recesses of a vast seraglio.
He calls together the mountain rulers; makes friends with Tigranes,
an Armenian prince, a vassal of the Mede, who has his wrongs
likewise to avenge. And the two little armies of foot-soldiers--the
Persians had no cavalry--defeat the innumerable horsemen of the