| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: surprise of seeing her in it made him compare her
appearance with that of the young girl he had watched
with such blissful anticipations two years earlier.
Though May's outline was slightly heavier, as her
goddesslike build had foretold, her athletic erectness of
carriage, and the girlish transparency of her expression,
remained unchanged: but for the slight languor that
Archer had lately noticed in her she would have been
the exact image of the girl playing with the bouquet of
lilies-of-the-valley on her betrothal evening. The fact
seemed an additional appeal to his pity: such innocence
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: storm was unusual; but being from southern California, I was
accustomed to unusual weather. In fact, I have discovered that
the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.
We kept steadily to our westward course, and as the U-33 was one
of the fastest submersibles we had ever turned out, I knew that we
must be pretty close to the North American coast. What puzzled
me most was the fact that for six days we had not sighted a
single ship. It seemed remarkable that we could cross the
Atlantic almost to the coast of the American continent without
glimpsing smoke or sail, and at last I came to the conclusion
that we were way off our course, but whether to the north or to
The Land that Time Forgot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: have never heard any man mention his brother. The subject seems
distasteful to most men. Cecily, you have lifted a load from my
mind. I was growing almost anxious. It would have been terrible
if any cloud had come across a friendship like ours, would it not?
Of course you are quite, quite sure that it is not Mr. Ernest
Worthing who is your guardian?
CECILY. Quite sure. [A pause.] In fact, I am going to be his.
GWENDOLEN. [Inquiringly.] I beg your pardon?
CECILY. [Rather shy and confidingly.] Dearest Gwendolen, there is
no reason why I should make a secret of it to you. Our little
county newspaper is sure to chronicle the fact next week. Mr.
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