| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: how his enthusiasm had gradually died for lack of encouragement;
and how he had at last put his books in a cupboard, where they
grew dusty from long neglect. She marvelled at their
reappearance now, but something in his set, far-away look made
her afraid to inquire. Thus she went on from day to day, growing
more impatient with Hasty and more silent with the pastor.
Mandy needed humor and companionship to oil the wheels of her
humdrum life; there was no more laughter in the house, and she
began to droop.
Polly had been away from the parsonage a month, when the
complacency of the village was again upset by the arrival of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: large: that I was a widow come over from American, perfectly
desolate and friendless; that I had a little money, and but a
little, and was almost distracted for fear of losing it, having no
friend in the world to trust with the management of it; that I
was going into the north of England to live cheap, that my
stock might not waste; that I would willingly lodge my money
in the bank, but that I durst not carry the bills about me, and
the like, as above; and how to correspond about it, or with
whom, I knew not.
He told me I might lodge the money in the bank as an account,
and its being entered into the books would entitle me to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: the sound of a mortal voice. Yonder was the grim statue of Fate,
the Oracle of the Kings of the Sons of Wisdom, which was believed
to bow its stony head in answer to their prayers. I ran to it,
eager for its terrible shelter, for on either side of it were
figures of human beings. Even their cold marble was company of a
sort, though alas! over all frowned Fate.
Let anyone imagine himself standing alone beneath the dome of
St. Paul's; in the centre of that cathedral brilliant with
mysterious light, and stretched all about it a London that had
been dead and absolutely unpeopled for tens of thousands of
years. If he can do this he will gather some idea of my physical
When the World Shook |
