| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: Where can we go? What can we do?"
There was a long silence; then Harry's voice came calmly:
"I can stay in the game. You call yourself a philosopher. I
won't quarrel about it, but the world would call you a quitter.
Whichever it is, it's not for me. I stay in the game. I'm going
to find Desiree if I can, and, by the Lord, some day I'm going to
cock my feet up on the fender at the Midlothian and make 'em open
their mouths and call me a liar!"
"A worthy ambition."
"My own. And, Paul, you can't--you're not a quitter."
"Personally, yes. If I were here alone, Hal"--I picked up one
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: screen, brave and fine with its coat of gold. In front, through
the glass-paned valves of a pair of folding doors, they could see
the roofs of the houses beyond the Plaza, and beyond these the
blue of the bay with its anchored ships, and even beyond this the
faint purple of the Oakland shore. On either side of these doors,
in deep alcoves, were divans with mattings and head-rests for
opium smokers. The walls were painted blue and hung with vertical
Cantonese legends in red and silver, while all around the sides of
the room small ebony tables alternated with ebony stools, each
inlaid with a slab of mottled marble. A chandelier, all a-glitter
with tinsel, swung from the centre of the ceiling over a huge
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: HERODE [s'afffaissant sur son siege] Qu'on lui donne ce qu'elle
demande! C'est bien la fille de sa mere! [Le premier soldat
s'approche. Herodias prend de la main du tetrarque la bague de la
mort et la donne au soldat qui l'apporte immediatement au bourreau.
Le bourreau a l'air effare.] Qui a pris ma bague? Il y avait une
bague e ma main droite. Qui a bu mon vin! Il y avait du vin dans
ma coupe. Elle etait pleine de vin. Quelqu'un l'a bu? Oh! je suis
sur qu'il va arriver un malheur e quelqu'un. [Le bourreau descend
dans la citerne.] Ah! pourquoi ai-je donne ma parole? Les rois ne
doivent jamais donner leur parole. S'ils ne la gardent pas, c'est
terrible. S'ils la gardent, c'est terrible aussi . . .
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