| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: rise of the United States. It may still flourish in its native
spot, but nowhere else, I am persuaded; for I tried myself to
introduce it on Tweedside, and was defeated lamentably; its charm
being quite local, like a country wine that cannot be exported.
The idle manner of it was this:-
Toward the end of September, when school-time was drawing near and
the nights were already black, we would begin to sally from our-
respective villas, each equipped with a tin bull's-eye lantern.
The thing was so well known that it had worn a rut in the commerce
of Great Britain; and the grocers, about the due time, began to
garnish their windows with our particular brand of luminary. We
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: she asked.
"Who said I gave those boys special orders?"
"I heard Stillwell tell them so."
"Of course I'll tell you if you insist. But why should you worry
over something that'll likely never happen?"
"I insist, Stewart," she replied, quietly.
"My orders were that at least one of them must be on guard near
you day and night--never to be out of hearing of your voice."
"I thought as much. But why Nels or Monty or Nick? That seems
rather hard on them. For that matter, why put any one to keep
guard over me? Do you not trust any other of my cowboys?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: "Oh, my God!" said Mme. Bonacieux, what is that noise?"
"That of either our friends or our enemies," said Milady, with her
terrible coolness. "Stay where you are, I will tell you."
Mme. Bonacieux remained standing, mute, motionless, and pale as a
statue.
The noise became louder; the horses could not be more than a hundred and
fifty paces distant. If they were not yet to be seen, it was because
the road made an elbow. The noise became so distinct that the horses
might be counted by the rattle of their hoofs.
Milady gazed with all the power of her attention; it was just light
enough for her to see who was coming.
The Three Musketeers |
