| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: Mrs. Fyne had taken the trouble to distinguish in me the signs of
sagacity or folly. The few words we had exchanged last night in the
excitement--or the bother--of the girl's disappearance, were the
first moderately significant words which had ever passed between us.
I had felt myself always to be in Mrs. Fyne's view her husband's
chess-player and nothing else--a convenience--almost an implement.
"I am highly flattered," I said. "I have always heard that there
are no limits to feminine intuition; and now I am half inclined to
believe it is so. But still I fail to see in what way my sagacity,
practical or otherwise, can be of any service to Mrs. Fyne. One
man's sagacity is very much like any other man's sagacity. And with
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: "Good Lord!" groaned Jimmy, as if his friend had been suddenly
struck down in the flower of his youth.
"That's why you simply must come with me to the hop," continued
Alfred. "I want you to take care of her friend Aggie, and leave
me alone with Zoie as much as possible."
"Zoie!" sniffed Jimmy. The name to him was as flippant as its
owner.
"True, strong name," commented Alfred. "So simple, so direct, so
like her. I'll have to leave you now," he said, rising. "I must
send her some flowers for the dance." He turned at the door.
Suppose I add a few from you for Aggie."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: close to the bottom, in a perilous and helpless crowd; threatening
ruin to each other as they tossed; threatened with a common and
imminent destruction on the reefs. Three had been already in
collision: the OLGA was injured in the quarter, the ADLER had lost
her bowsprit; the NIPSIC had lost her smoke-stack, and was making
steam with difficulty, maintaining her fire with barrels of pork,
and the smoke and sparks pouring along the level of the deck. For
the seventh war-ship the day had come too late; the EBER had
finished her last cruise; she was to be seen no more save by the
eyes of divers. A coral reef is not only an instrument of
destruction, but a place of sepulchre; the submarine cliff is
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