| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: encircled with green skeins of foliage, delicate and new. Here
multitudinous birds were chirping their tiny, overwhelming chorus. When
at length, across the flat suburban spaces, they again sighted Memorial
tower, small in the distance, the sun was lighting it.
Confronted by this, thoughts of hitherto banished care, and of the
morrow that was now to-day, and of Philosophy 4 coming in a very few
hours, might naturally have arisen and darkened the end of their
pleasant excursion. Not so, however. Memorial tower suggested another
line of argument. It was Billy who spoke, as his eyes first rested upon
that eminent pinnacle of Academe.
"Well, John owes me five dollars."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: bound to that man by an unbroken contract. Her right hand skimmed
slightly the end of the table, and when she had passed on towards
the sofa the carving knife had vanished without the slightest sound
from the side of the dish. Mr Verloc heard the creaky plank in the
floor, and was content. He waited. Mrs Verloc was coming. As if
the homeless soul of Stevie had flown for shelter straight to the
breast of his sister, guardian and protector, the resemblance of
her face with that of her brother grew at every step, even to the
droop of the lower lip, even to the slight divergence of the eyes.
But Mr Verloc did not see that. He was lying on his back and
staring upwards. He saw partly on the ceiling and partly on the
The Secret Agent |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: leaped back to gain a second in which to calm the
shock of the wound he rushed after me and tried to
clinch. He rather neglected his knife for the moment
in his greater desire to get his hands on me. Seeing
the opening, I swung my left fist fairly to the point
of his jaw.
Down he went. Before ever he could scramble up
again I was on him and had buried my knife in his
heart. Then I stood up--and there was Dian facing
me and peering at me through the dense gloom.
"You are not Juag!" she exclaimed. "Who are you?"
Pellucidar |
