|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson:
sometimes I am wise and say too little, and sometimes weak
and say too much, the blame must lie at the door of the
person who entrapped me.
The most influential books, and the truest in their
influence, are works of fiction. They do not pin the reader
to a dogma, which he must afterwards discover to be inexact;
they do not teach him a lesson, which he must afterwards
unlearn. They repeat, they rearrange, they clarify the
lessons of life; they disengage us from ourselves, they
constrain us to the acquaintance of others; and they show us
the web of experience, not as we can see it for ourselves,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
Two weeks later he was found dead in his lodgings in the city,
murdered, and now - now they have accused Albert of the crime."
"On what grounds? - oh, I beg your pardon, sir; I did not mean -"
"That's all right, Muller," said the commissioner. "As you may
have to undertake the case, you might as well begin to do the
"They say" - Miss Graumann's voice quavered - "they say that Albert
was the last person known to have been in Sider's room; they say that
it was his revolver, found in the room. That is the dreadful part
of it - it was his revolver. He acknowledges it, but he did not
know, until the police showed it to him, that the weapon was not in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lemorne Versus Huell by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard:
riding through the strip of sky which our vision commanded. From
the moon our eyes fell on each other. After a moment's silence,
during which I returned his steadfast gaze, for I could not help
it, he said:
"If we understand the impression we make upon each other, what
must be said?"
I made no reply, but fanned myself, neither looking at the moon,
nor upon the redowa, nor upon any thing.
He took the fan from me.
"Speak of yourself," he said.