| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: with shaking knees I went to the telephone. Adrian went to the mill
a little after ten, and has not been seen since.
It is in vain I protest that he has not eloped with me. It is
almost time now for the Matinee and no Adrian. What shall I do?
SATURDAY, 11 P.M. Dear Dairy, I have the meazles. I am all broken
out, and look horible. But what is a sickness of the Body compared
to the agony of my Mind? Oh, dear Dairy, to think of what has
happened since last I saw your stainless Pages!
What is a sickness to a broken heart? And to a heart broken while
trying to help another who did not deserve to be helped. But if he
decieved me, he has paid for it, and did until he was rescued at
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: selection into branchiae, simply through an increase in their size and the
obliteration of their adhesive glands. If all pedunculated cirripedes had
become extinct, and they have already suffered far more extinction than
have sessile cirripedes, who would ever have imagined that the branchiae in
this latter family had originally existed as organs for preventing the ova
from being washed out of the sack?
Although we must be extremely cautious in concluding that any organ could
not possibly have been produced by successive transitional gradations, yet,
undoubtedly, grave cases of difficulty occur, some of which will be
discussed in my future work.
One of the gravest is that of neuter insects, which are often very
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: was the matter. I came close to him and, looking as unconcerned as
I could, told him in an undertone that I had found the locker
broken open and the money-belt gone. Last evening it was still
there.
"What did you want to do with it?" he asked me, trembling
violently.
"Put it round my waist, of course," I answered, amazed to hear his
teeth chattering.
"Cursed gold!" he muttered. "The weight of the money might have
cost you your life, perhaps." He shuddered. "There is no time to
talk about that now."
The Mirror of the Sea |
