| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: "Then, for God's sake, what was this dark business which was
acted in my house last night?"
"If you can call upon me at my Baker Street rooms to-morrow
morning between nine and ten I shall be happy to do what I can to
make it clearer. I understand that you give me carte blanche to
act for you, provided only that I get back the gems, and that you
place no limit on the sum I may draw."
"I would give my fortune to have them back."
"Very good. I shall look into the matter between this and then.
Good-bye; it is just possible that I may have to come over here
again before evening."
 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: Launch - Summer in Styria - Rustic Manners - II. The Drama -
Private Theatricals - III. Sanitary Associations - The Phonograph -
IV. Fleeming's Acquaintance with a Student - His late Maturity of
Mind - Religion and Morality - His Love of Heroism - Taste in
Literature - V. His Talk - His late Popularity - Letter from M.
Trelat.
THE remaining external incidents of Fleeming's life, pleasures,
honours, fresh interests, new friends, are not such as will bear to
be told at any length or in the temporal order. And it is now time
to lay narration by, and to look at the man he was and the life he
lived, more largely.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather: mian boys, and the priest himself, crowded
round her candy stand? Why did she care
about any one but him? Why could he never,
never find the thing he looked for in her playful,
affectionate eyes?
Then he fell to imagining that he looked once
more and found it there, and what it would be
like if she loved him,--she who, as Alexandra
said, could give her whole heart. In that dream
he could lie for hours, as if in a trance. His spirit
 O Pioneers! |