| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: Lily went up to her own room and bolted the door. She was
trembling with fear and anger--the rush of the furies' wings was
in her ears. She walked up and down the room with blind irregular
steps. The last door of escape was closed--she felt herself shut
in with her dishonour
Suddenly her wild pacing brought her before the clock on the
chimney-piece. Its hands stood at half-past three, and she
remembered that Selden was to come to her at four. She had
meant to put him off with a word--but now her heart leaped at the
thought of seeing him. Was there not a promise of rescue in his
love? As she had lain at Gerty's side the night before, she had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: sun-baked to the hue of coffee, entered and extended both hands,
with a cry:
"Good old Petrie! Didn't expect me, I'll swear!"
It was Nayland Smith--whom I had thought to be in Burma!
"Smith," I said, and gripped his hands hard, "this is a delightful surprise!
Whatever--however--"
"Excuse me, Petrie!" he broke in. "Don't put it down to the sun!"
And he put out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
I was too surprised to speak.
"No doubt you will think me mad," he continued, and, dimly,
I could see him at the window, peering out into the road,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: came back to her.
"I saw but little of Mr. Custer," he had said. "He was
slightly wounded in the left leg. The king was wounded in
the breast." But Lieutenant Butzow had not known the true
identity of either.
The real Leopold it was who had been wounded in the
left leg, and the man who was approaching her up the
broad cathedral aisle was limping noticeably--and favoring
his left leg. The man to whom she was to be married was
not Barney Custer--he was Leopold of Lutha!
A hundred mad schemes rioted through her brain. The
The Mad King |
