| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: "What do you want?" she asked hoarsely, with distrustful looks.
"Let us in, and then give us the keys of the upstairs rooms."
Muller's voice was friendly, but the woman grew perceptibly paler.
"Who are you?" she stammered. Muller threw back his overcoat and
showed her his badge. "But there is nobody here, the house is
quite empty."
"There were a lady and gentleman here last evening." The woman
threw a frightened look at Muller, then she said hesitatingly:
"The lady was insane and has been taken to an asylum."
"That is what the man told you. He is a criminal and the police are
looking for him."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: finished.
Madame Grandet had no thoughts at all as she went to bed. She heard
the miser walking up and down his room through the door of
communication which was in the middle of the partition. Like all timid
women, she had studied the character of her lord. Just as the petrel
foresees the storm, she knew by imperceptible signs when an inward
tempest shook her husband; and at such times, to use an expression of
her own, she "feigned dead."
Grandet gazed at the door lined with sheet-iron which he lately put to
his sanctum, and said to himself,--
"What a crazy idea of my brother to bequeath his son to me! A fine
Eugenie Grandet |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: quick as you can, do you understand? Don't wait for the sloop or
think about her, but just see that the grappling irons are fast,
and then get aboard. If any man offers to resist you, shoot him
down. Are you ready, Mr. Cringle?"
"Aye, aye, sir," said the gunner.
"Very well, then, be ready, men; we'll be aboard 'em in a minute
or two."
"There's less than a fathom of water here, sir," sang out Johnson
from the bows. As he spoke there was a sudden soft jar and jerk,
then the schooner was still. They were aground. "Push her off to
the lee there! Let go your sheets!" roared the boatswain from
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
