| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: into sixteen, twenty, or more days, it is still the better; for the worms
will still be clearer, tougher, and more lively, and continue so longer
upon your hook. And they may be kept longer by keeping them cool,
and in fresh moss; and some advise to put camphire into it.
Note also, that many used to fish for a Salmon with a ring of wire on
the top of their rod, through which the line may run to as great a length
as is needful, when he is hooked. And to that end, some use a wheel
about the middle of their rod, or near their hand, which is to be
observed better by seeing one of them than by a large demonstration of
words.
And now I shall tell you that which may be called a secret. I have been
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: decidedly refused to let Nekhludoff come inside the prison walls.
He only smiled contemptuously at Nekhludoff's naive conclusion,
that the copy he had received would suffice to set Maslova free,
and declared that a direct order from his own superiors would be
needed before any one could be set at liberty. The only things he
agreed to do were to communicate to Maslova that a mitigation had
arrived for her, and to promise that he would not detain her an
hour after the order from his chief to liberate her would arrive.
He would also give no news of Kryltzoff, saying he could not even
tell if there was such a prisoner; and so Nekhludoff, having
accomplished next to nothing, got into his trap and drove back to
Resurrection |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy: agitated, "And this, I think, would be a good place for
trying it--just to ask, you know, how he stands in the town--
if he is here, as I think he must be. You, Elizabeth-Jane,
had better be the one to do it. I'm too worn out to do
anything--pull down your fall first."
She sat down upon the lowest step, and Elizabeth-Jane obeyed
her directions and stood among the idlers.
"What's going on to-night?" asked the girl, after singling
out an old man and standing by him long enough to acquire a
neighbourly right of converse.
"Well, ye must be a stranger sure," said the old man,
The Mayor of Casterbridge |
