| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: what the full moon might be if it could get fresh air and
exercise. Either his tailor had made his trousers too short
or he had braced them too high so that he seemed to have
grown out of them quite recently. Sir Richmond had been
dreading an encounter with some dominating and mesmeric
personality; this amiable presence dispelled his preconceived
resistances.
Dr. Martineau, a little out of breath as though he had been
running upstairs, with his hands in his trouser pockets,
seemed intent only on disavowals. "People come here and talk.
It does them good, and sometimes I am able to offer a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: lotus-leaf of Torridge for its weight in silver, and draw from
thence, after the example of the Caciques of Dariena, supplies of
inspiration much needed, then as now, in those Gothamite regions.
And yet did these improve, as Englishmen, upon the method of those
heathen savages; for the latter (so Salvation Yeo reported as a
truth, and Dampier's surgeon Mr. Wafer after him), when they will
deliberate of war or policy, sit round in the hut of the chief;
where being placed, enter to them a small boy with a cigarro of the
bigness of a rolling-pin and puffs the smoke thereof into the face
of each warrior, from the eldest to the youngest; while they,
putting their hand funnel-wise round their mouths, draw into the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: The first human beings I perceived distinctly since
I had parted with the indignant back of Captain
Giles were the crew of the harbour steam-launch
lounging on the spacious landing about the cur-
tained archway of the shipping office.
It was there that my buoyancy abandoned me.
The atmosphere of officialdom would kill anything
that breathes the air of human endeavour, would
extinguish hope and fear alike in the supremacy of
paper and ink. I passed heavily under the curtain
which the Malay coxswain of the harbour launch
The Shadow Line |
