| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: should persuade her she had such a claim - which she has not,
neither during my life nor after my death. She did all this
like a good girl." And then he took advantage of the
situation. To Clarinda he wrote: "I this morning called for
a certain woman. I am disgusted with her; I cannot endure
her;" and he accused her of "tasteless insipidity, vulgarity
of soul, and mercenary fawning." This was already in March;
by the thirteenth of that month he was back in Edinburgh. On
the 17th, he wrote to Clarinda: "Your hopes, your fears, your
cares, my love, are mine; so don't mind them. I will take
you in my hand through the dreary wilds of this world, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: the mean time, without stirring from the home estate, she has
caught another one! I never saw such luck. I might have hunted
these woods a hundred years, I never should have run across that
thing.
Next Day
I have been comparing the new one with the old one, and it is
perfectly plain that they are the same breed. I was going to stuff
one of them for my collection, but she is prejudiced against it
for some reason or other; so I have relinquished the idea, though
I think it is a mistake. It would be an irreparable loss to science
if they should get away. The old one is tamer than it was, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: tender, grave or menacing, according to the mood which she
evoked. He spoke to her of his own island, where the gloomy
forests and the muddy rivers were unknown. He spoke of its
terraced fields, of the murmuring clear rills of sparkling water
that flowed down the sides of great mountains, bringing life to
the land and joy to its tillers. And he spoke also of the
mountain peak that rising lonely above the belt of trees knew the
secrets of the passing clouds, and was the dwelling-place of the
mysterious spirit of his race, of the guardian genius of his
house. He spoke of vast horizons swept by fierce winds that
whistled high above the summits of burning mountains. He spoke
Almayer's Folly |
