| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: from her face.
"He is dead, but I did not kill him."
"Tell me," she commanded.
He told her, beginning at the moment of his meeting with the
outlaws at the Dalriada dump and continuing to the last scene of
the tragedy. It touched her so nearly that she could not hear him
through dry-eyed.
"And he spoke of me?" She said it in a low voice, to herself
rather than to him.
"It was just before his mind began to wander--almost his last
conscious thought. He said that when you heard the news you would
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells: "What! the Londoners? "
"No, the Japanese. They have to be kept in order."
" But burning women alive! "
"A Commune!" said Asano. "They would rob
you of your property. They would do away with
property and give the world over to mob rule. You
are Master, the world is yours. But there will be no
Commune here. There is no need for black police
here.
"And every consideration has been shown. It is
their own negroes--French speaking negroes. Senegal
When the Sleeper Wakes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: those treacherous fair ones would have enjoined on the men of her
circle on no account to take out our poor friend, under pain of the
severest punishment. That, my dear fellow, is the way in which those
sweet faces, in appearance so tender and so artless, would have formed
a coalition against the stranger, and that without a word beyond the
question, 'Tell me, dear, do you know that little woman in blue?'--
Look here, Martial, if you care to run the gauntlet of more flattering
glances and inviting questions than you will ever again meet in the
whole of your life, just try to get through the triple rampart which
defends that Queen of Dyle, or Lippe, or Charente. You will see
whether the dullest woman of them all will not be equal to inventing
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