| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: He appeared in my doorway a faint white figure joined our
vehement whisperings.
We had to buy the captain off; we had to promise him ten per
cent. of our problematical profits. We were to give him ten per
cent. on what we sold the cargo for over and above his
legitimate pay, and I found in my out-bargained and disordered
state small consolation in the thought that I, as the
Gordon-Nasmyth expedition, was to sell the stuff to myself as
Business Organisations. And he further exasperated me by
insisting on having our bargain in writing. "In the form of a
letter," he insisted.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: mouth of the booth. Maskless, noseless, I looked at him. Slowly
his astonished features relaxed in a grin.
"So!" he said softly. "I might have known."
CHAPTER II
CLOTHES AND THE MAN
"This," said Berry, "is all right. By which I mean- "
We assured him we knew what he meant, and that no explanation
was necessary.
"All right," he said at last."There. I've said it again now.
You're quite sure you do know what I mean? Because, if you've
the least hesitation- "
The Brother of Daphne |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: stabbed me till they thought that I was dead. Afterwards, they went
away. I don't know why they came, but I think it was because our chief
would not send men to help Chaka against Zweete."
She stopped, gave a great cry, and died.
My sister wept at the sight, and I too was stirred by it. "Ah!" I
thought to myself, "the Great Spirit must be evil. If he is not evil
such things would not happen." That is how I thought then, my father;
now I think differently. I know that we had not found out the path of
the Great Spirit, that is all. I was a chicken in those days, my
father; afterwards I got used to such sights. They did not stir me any
more, not one whit. But then in the days of Chaka the rivers ran blood
Nada the Lily |
