| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: manner that the princess could hear him, -- "but I resemble
that dweller in the East, who turned mad, and remained so
for several days, owing to a delightful dream that he had
had, but who one day awoke, if not completely cured, in some
respects rational at least. The court of France has its
intoxicating properties, which are not unlike this dream, my
lord; but at last I wake and leave it. I shall be unable,
therefore, to prolong my residence, as your highness has so
kindly invited me to do."
"When do you leave?" inquired Philip, with an expression
full of interest.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: please announce me at once. It concerns the young lady." His
expression was so grave that the woman waited no longer, but let
him in and then disappeared through another door. The janitor stood
and looked at Muller with half distrustful, half anxious glances.
"It's no good news you bring," he said after a few minutes.
"You may be right."
"Has anything happened to our dear young lady?"
"Then you know Miss Asta Langen and her family?"
"Why, of course. I was in service on the estate when all the
dreadful things happened."
"What things?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: think a Navajo blanket is a thing the Indians wear on the war path,
and they don't know whether Texas is a state, or a mineral water.
It was slow--slow. About the time they were taking afternoon tea,
I'd be reckoning how the boys would be rounding up the cattle for
the night, and about the time we'd sit down to dinner something
seemed to whisk the dinner table, and the flowers, and the men and
women in evening clothes right out of sight, like magic, and I
could see the boys stretched out in front of the bunk house after
their supper of bacon, and beans, and biscuit, and coffee. They'd
be smoking their pipes that smelled to Heaven, and further, and
Wing would be squealing one of his creepy old Chink songs out in
Buttered Side Down |
