| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: had never suspected. The sea itself! . . . You are a sailor. You
have lived your life on it. But do you know how beautiful it is,
how strong, how charming, how friendly, how mighty . . . "
I listened amazed and touched. She was silent only a little while.
"It was too good to last. But nothing can rob me of it now . . .
Don't think that I repine. I am not even sad now. Yes, I have been
happy. But I remember also the time when I was unhappy beyond
endurance, beyond desperation. Yes. You remember that. And later
on, too. There was a time on board the Ferndale when the only
moments of relief I knew were when I made Mr. Powell talk to me a
little on the poop. You like him?--Don't you?"
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: hanging dead from the branch of a tree in his garden at one
o'clock today. The deceased gentleman dined last night at the
Carlton Club and seemed in his usual health and spirits. He
left the club at about ten o'clock, and was seen walking
leisurely up St. James's Street a little later. Subsequent to
this his movements cannot be traced. On the discovery of the
body medical aid was at once summoned, but life had evidently
been long extinct. So far as is known, Mr. Crashaw had no
trouble or anxiety of any kind. This painful suicide, it will
be remembered, is the fifth of the kind in the last month. The
authorities at Scotland Yard are unable to suggest any
The Great God Pan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: brown, worn hat in his hands.
"Probably several months," said the doctor. "No bones are
broken, but the ligaments of one ankle are torn, and she received
a bad blow on the head. It will be some time before she recovers
consciousness."
"What are we goin' to do, Jim?" asked Toby, helplessly.
"You needn't worry, we'll take good care of her here," said
Douglas, seeing desperation written on their faces.
"Here?" They looked at him incredulously.-- And this was a
parson!
"Where are her parents?" the doctor asked, looking at Jim and
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