| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: en dat's de same thing. so I 'lowed to drown myself en
git out o' my troubles. It 'uz gitt'n' towards dark. I 'uz at
de river in two minutes. Den I see a canoe, en I says dey ain't
no use to drown myself tell I got to; so I ties de hoss in de
edge o' de timber en shove out down de river, keepin' in under de
shelter o' de bluff bank en prayin' for de dark to shet down quick.
I had a pow'ful good start, 'ca'se de big house 'uz three
mile back f'om de river en on'y de work mules to ride dah on, en
on'y niggers ride 'em, en DEY warn't gwine to hurry--dey'd gimme
all de chance dey could. Befo' a body could go to de house en
back it would be long pas' dark, en dey couldn't track de hoss en
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: other afternoon, yet Amory realized poignantly that this was the
last spring under the old rigime.
"This is the great protest against the superman," said Amory.
"I suppose so," Alec agreed.
"He's absolutely irreconcilable with any Utopia. As long as he
occurs, there's trouble and all the latent evil that makes a
crowd list and sway when he talks."
"And of course all that he is is a gifted man without a moral
sense."
"That's all. I think the worst thing to contemplate is thisit's
all happened before, how soon will it happen again? Fifty years
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: attendants squatting on the ground, with the distant figure of
Daman far off in the shade towering over all the assembly. But in
him, too, Mrs. Travers could not detect the slightest movement
while the slightly modulated murmurs went on enveloping her in a
feeling of peace.
The fact that she couldn't understand anything of what was said
soothed her apprehensions. Sometimes a silence fell and Lingard
bending toward her would whisper, "It isn't so easy," and the
stillness would be so perfect that she would hear the flutter of
a pigeon's wing somewhere high up in the great overshadowing
trees. And suddenly one of the men before her without moving a
The Rescue |
