| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: out the night before the election and leave on the late train.
You'll have to arrange the program in time for us to catch that
train. "
O'Halloran looked drolly at him. "I'm liking your nerve, young
man. I pull the chestnuts out of the fire for yez and, likely
enough, get burned. You walk off with your chestnut, and never a
'Thank ye' for poor Mickey the catspaw."
"It doesn't look like quite a square deal, does it?" laughed the
ranger. "Well, we might vary the program a bit. Bucky O'Connor,
Arizona ranger, can't stop and take a hand in such a game, but I
don't know anything to prevent a young gipsy from Spain staying
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: had not deadened in Isaac his fierce envy and thirst of
revenge. Sometimes, whilst covering Van Baerle with his
telescope, he deluded himself into a belief that he was
levelling a never-failing musket at him; and then he would
seek with his finger for the trigger to fire the shot which
was to have killed his neighbour. But it is time that we
should connect with this epoch of the operations of the one,
and the espionage of the other, the visit which Cornelius de
Witt came to pay to his native town.
Chapter 7
The Happy Man makes Acquaintance with Misfortune
The Black Tulip |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: to begin with, to steep thy commission.
Then, an' please your honour, said the corporal (making a bow first for his
commission)--we will begin with getting your honour's laced clothes out of
the great campaign-trunk, to be well air'd, and have the blue and gold
taken up at the sleeves--and I'll put your white ramallie-wig fresh into
pipes--and send for a taylor, to have your honour's thin scarlet breeches
turn'd--
--I had better take the red plush ones, quoth my uncle Toby--They will be
too clumsy--said the corporal.
Chapter 4.LIII.
--Thou wilt get a brush and a little chalk to my sword--'Twill be only in
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